[sophie lifts one hand and then drops it again. rey needs her? but why?
because you're the only one that can stop her. because you won't even be damned if you die here, you'll just be nothing. there will be no more sophie, only christine and her victory and no one to even say oh, how sad. because, because, because, sophie groeneveldt. you will not be your father.
her father, who had died saving them while hating them all the while, who believed until he crumbled to dust that she had betrayed him. her father, who had made her what she is and doomed her to years of torture and pain.
sophie will not be her father. she will not be her twin's creature.
it's more difficult the second time, knowing that the world is purposeless, that there is no hope, that nothing matters. she stares hard at rey, at her new scars and familiar sickness. she remembers lying in bed, stroking her hair as they bled a mess onto sophie's sheets.]
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because you're the only one that can stop her. because you won't even be damned if you die here, you'll just be nothing. there will be no more sophie, only christine and her victory and no one to even say oh, how sad. because, because, because, sophie groeneveldt. you will not be your father.
her father, who had died saving them while hating them all the while, who believed until he crumbled to dust that she had betrayed him. her father, who had made her what she is and doomed her to years of torture and pain.
sophie will not be her father. she will not be her twin's creature.
it's more difficult the second time, knowing that the world is purposeless, that there is no hope, that nothing matters. she stares hard at rey, at her new scars and familiar sickness. she remembers lying in bed, stroking her hair as they bled a mess onto sophie's sheets.]
Give me your hand.