if a buttefly flaps its wings in denmark... (for thefoolishbutterfly)
If Andersen had to put his currently feelings into words, or rather, a word, it would be: offended. Why?
Because he had, somehow, minding his own business, fixing himself a cup of coffee, managed to find the most protagonist-like protagonist among all the protagonists in this facility. And he had thought the child on the moon had been bad.
Andersen sipped his coffee; he could already guess the answer, because just from this girl's face, he could tell: She was protagonist loved by all, who touched and changed the lives of those she encountered but was equally touched and moved by those she changed. She would be moved to sacrifice, but without regret, for the people she loved. And...
"I suppose you'll be happy to go back to your fate, when this is all over."