No one
"When I'm on missions, I'm no one. There's nothing in my head, just parameters and tactics and the metronome. And I was okay with that, but-" Alexandra swallowed. "But what am I outside of missions, either? I'm just empty, all the time. Just a doll that gets up and obeys orders and goes back to the shelf."
A person would cry now, wouldn't she?
Mal shook her head. "That's not true and you know it."
"What am I, then?" Her gaze, which had become more and more unfocused, snapped to meet Mal's, challenging.
Mal faltered, trying and failing to think of words that seemed like they would help.
"You're family," she managed eventually, reaching over to pull Alexandra into a hug. "You're my sister, okay?"
“...Okay.”











