- Vol. 09
- Chapter 12
This is us, now. Me at the bottom,
growling. Expressing my moods without grammar.
You, in the centre of it all, carrying the weight and being carried.
Trying to be wise and kind. Perhaps being wise,
with near-alien kindness in a world that won't know it,
expressing yourself through your actions and magic.
And then, she…no. That isn't fair.
You remind me that none of us enjoy the social roles and identities that are being mapped onto us right now.
We have been placed in stacks of archetypes and labelled
by our species, gender, status, traits.
She is not held in that representation. Nor I, nor you.
We are not this representation.
This model does not represent who we are.