@arcturusborn asked: ‘ you already are something . you always were . and you still have time to be . ’
The glowing reticles of her eyes observe Jeff quietly—Maeryn curious as to the meaning of his words. She process, to herself, in observation. "I am myself." It's not a correction more than it is an acknowledgement. "No more. No less. But I'd like to be just like anyone else, in that regard." Perhaps, there was not much of a desire to be singled out as different.
"Though, I assume that is impossible—you and I both know that," the Hybrid presents a smile—a cheeky grin. "Isn't that why I am kept from Extranet within Citadel space?" It's coded, as those around would assume mischievousness and age but not Maeryn's true nature.
Beryl hues shift forward, across the Presidium—to a sight of inspiration, yet a terror. Her head cants, reminiscent. "My history is only months old, and my legacy is jeopardized. Will there be a tomorrow to talk about it?" Logistically, Maeryn understood the likelihood of victory—and the tragedy soon to pursue it. She doesn't wish to linger on the subjects of her own survival. After all, wasn't Mae one of them?
