She props open the door and brings her chair close to it so she can blow the smoke out into the hallway. Her match gets struck along the door jamb and she lights up, taking a careful drag and letting the nicotine soothe her nerves.
"Had a choice, either I go to New York City with a rich widow's money and an orphan girl we found outside of camp, or I go back to my pimp and he beats the hell out of me. I didn't belong in the city, but working at the brothel was Hell on Earth some days."
"One that gets to decide who she is, instead of being fucking told," she answers. "Nobody fucking judged me here. Nobody cared. Everyone had their own shit to deal with, and so when I tried to fall back to old habits they didn't let me."
"I guess you could call it that," she says, stubbing out the cigarette under her boot. She'll pick it up before she leaves; she wouldn't want to make a mess of the place. "Turn you into whatever version of yourself you were never allowed to be."
Trixie's thinking the opposite - not Vecna, but the boy who was able to get himself under control before he killed or tortured any more people. Before that stupid fucking institute caught him.
"Alright," she says quietly, and gets up to cut them both a slice. She hands him a small plate and a fork and keeps one for herself. "Carrot cake. Ever had it?"
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The doctors smoked. The guards smoked. He doesn't mind it.
...He smoked in the breach. He tries not to think about that.
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She props open the door and brings her chair close to it so she can blow the smoke out into the hallway. Her match gets struck along the door jamb and she lights up, taking a careful drag and letting the nicotine soothe her nerves.
"Had a choice, either I go to New York City with a rich widow's money and an orphan girl we found outside of camp, or I go back to my pimp and he beats the hell out of me. I didn't belong in the city, but working at the brothel was Hell on Earth some days."
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"I got the chance to be something more. Not some...used up whore who can barely read. I could be a real fucking person."
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"What is a 'real person' to you?"
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"Is that what you're trying to do to me? Turn me into a real person?"
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She nods towards the cake. "Want some?"
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No amount of being here is going to help that.
"Alright. I suppose."
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"Alright," she says quietly, and gets up to cut them both a slice. She hands him a small plate and a fork and keeps one for herself. "Carrot cake. Ever had it?"
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Goddamn, that cream cheese frosting is delightful. "Jewel didn't really do baking. More like burning bacon and coffee."
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It is good, dammit.
cw: derogatory term for a person with a disability
She smiles to herself. It's clear she adores her.
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Except get him in trouble.
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He knows that he's not going to be punished for it, but twenty years of habits isn't going to go away.
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She has another bite of the cake before she decides she's done with it.
"Help me on the breakfast shift tomorrow? I want to teach you how to make eggs."
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