Loki
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“Ormanda yol ikiye ayrıldı ve ben daha az kullanılmış olanını seçtim. Bu hayatımdaki tüm farkı yarattı.”
-Dead Poets Society (1989)
Moleküler Biyoloji ve Genetik
15 Nisan 2005
334 kütüphaneci puanı
88 okur puanıOcak 2022 tarihinde katıldı
He shook his head. "Never. I am no longer the one who was taken from that world. It's not my home." This time, he did turn his head to look at me with his primary eyes. "You're my home."
Reklam
I would rather hide away forever in the shadows of her life than be separated from her.
I had nothing to lose but her, and she was the one thing I could never give up. She was my home, and no amount of sacrifice would ever convince me to leave it.
I had hoped-perhaps foolishly-that these women would be more accepting, because they wouldn't be free from their nightmare if it hadn't been for Thrax, but I should have known better. Humans weren't-by nature-very fond of anything that was different from them.
"Claire! How can you possibly..?" Tarin's mouth twisted in distaste. "With that thing?"
I'd spent most of my life being judged for how I looked. It had never bothered me, and indeed, in some ways, I even liked it when people would look at me sideways, uncertainty in their eyes. I'd never felt anger at such misjudgment as I did in that moment at Tarin's words about Thrax, dismissing the alien who'd just saved her as nothing but a horrifying "thing."
"Don't talk about him like that. He won't hurt you, but if you treat him rudely, I might."
I SAT IN MY CELL, staring at the door as I dragged a comb through my hair. The mechdroid had offered to put my hair up into braids, but I'd politely informed it to go screw itself.