He hardly bats an eye, and for a moment, she wonders, is this how people see me? Aloof and unfazed, as if it's all just...hunky-dory or something? But it isn't. It's not okay. Because once upon a time, there was a girl who was about to come into the world -- real, and human, and perfect. And she was stolen away. She was replaced by something else, something that couldn't feel love and happiness...not the way you're supposed to, at least. Not without destroying everything.

Is there anything about it that isn't fucked up?

"Not long," she answers, after a few moments of hesitation. Her tone is still guarded, still standoffish, but a little less reluctant. "A few months, maybe. I always wondered..." She pauses, contemplatively fishing another cigarette out of her damp pocket. "... Well. Figured it out eventually, at least."