[ Part of her - the part that she tends to ignore more often than not - can't help but be envious. After all who wouldn't be? The beginning of the world that she adores so much. Who wouldn't want to see that?
It's a bittersweet kind of envy though. She wants to have witnessed it for herself, to have seen the wonder that would have been the creation of Earth, but even that desire reminds her too much of what she is, or more specifically, what she doesn't want to be. ]
What was it like, to see it for the first time?
[ She can't help herself, her question falling out before she can stop it in a hushed voice. ]
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It's a bittersweet kind of envy though. She wants to have witnessed it for herself, to have seen the wonder that would have been the creation of Earth, but even that desire reminds her too much of what she is, or more specifically, what she doesn't want to be. ]
What was it like, to see it for the first time?
[ She can't help herself, her question falling out before she can stop it in a hushed voice. ]