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"In a way I believe I'm grateful to you. His upbringing didn't do much for his social skills. It's terribly sad. I think he tries so hard to connect with people with his experiments, and he's content with the easy negative attention he gets from it."
Freya's words surprise and even leave Rebecca momentarily flustered. The last time she'd even been told by someone that they were grateful with her in any way was young. It is, again, not what she expected, but she listens with a nod and recovers herself.
"I can understand that." On a personal level, as well.
Rebecca suspected Freay would want details, but Nosferatu twirling around them in a tutu was a more likely event. Of course, there was always the chance she would dig around and find out for herself.
"You work with what you have," she says with a uncomfortable shrug. "Sometimes, that includes other people's opinions or their reactions. Sometimes you adjust, or make something new with them."
"Would you please stop?" she asks irritably. Abby's first impression upon digging would indeed be more of the entitle rich girl impressions and flickers of memory, though not just because she felt she was entitled to poke around in people's brains.
She'd throw out the same level of information Freya had given her and hope it was enough. She'd shared some of it already before, but only tiny bits with Mike, who knew what it was like to grow up alienated in a small town. Sure, metas were more accepted than they had been in the, but some mindsets take generations to be rid of or normalized.
"Look, I'm assuming that you already know what my power is. Now imagine growing up in a dying hick town where metas are still too weir to accept and are someone a government side job that they're still lying about.
"Now, imagine what those same people think and do when you have a more destructive power."
Freya pulls back once Rebecca starts to talk, not even mean enough to look smug about what she did.
She looks like this is just how things go.
"Why wouldn't you just kill them?" Freya blinks, tilting her head. "Powerful enough to defend yourself and make an example and yet instead you choose to let them injure you."
"Is that what you would have done?" Her answer is momentarily forgotten as she stares, horrified. Freya would get a flash of pain from a memory that had come closer to the surface with her question, though. It's one Rebecca's never let go of.
"Not really." It was interesting to note the flash of pain that came with her having a memory. "It wouldn't take much to look through my file or an archive if you really felt the need to know." Already proven by said brother.
That was disturbing to think on. Rebecca actually felt sorry for her, considering this brief experience was exactly that - brief.
"I'm sorry to hear that. It does not, however, give you right or reason to poke about." Even though Freya's words alone clearly suggested otherwise. Time to turn the conversation away from this.
"Yes, you or someone else would have probably done something more violent about it. Unless I wanted everything and everyone worth something in my life destroyed, there was no reason for me to do so." The less pained, more faded impression that there wasn't a lot of someones.
A frustrated sigh from Rebecca this time, along with the sensation of repressing another memory, this one more lonely and confused than painful. It would save them both a headache, and was less private than the one before. There were connections between the topics her questions reached out to.
"Because it was just me and my father against pretty much everyone. We didn't know if i had a limit to my powers then, or much else. Even with time, he's not a meta. I am. Turn against them, they turn against him. I wasn't going to destroy the rest of his life."
"Was your father so selfish he couldn't leave this life behind to find a better one for his daughter? There are countless places who are more accepting of us, you know."
"We did," Rebecca says flatly. This time, her arms do come up to cross her chest. She doesn't like the way Freya is speaking about her father, but undoubtedly, she's not the first. Most people used to talk about him like he was such a saint to keep her.
"Funny how you have to have the privilege of money to be able to do that. Or see specialists who can try to help. We couldn't do both. When we could, we did." Her words come at a sharp clip.