But she isn't going to spit it out. Just because it tastes rancid now doesn't mean she can't remember how it's supposed to taste. Which lingers in her mind as something to be afraid of: forgetting what it was like to be human.
"Have you ever like... eaten an onion that was too onion-y? It's that."
She may or may not be exaggerating. But Kenzi kinda lives for exaggeration.
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But she isn't going to spit it out. Just because it tastes rancid now doesn't mean she can't remember how it's supposed to taste. Which lingers in her mind as something to be afraid of: forgetting what it was like to be human.
"Have you ever like... eaten an onion that was too onion-y? It's that."
She may or may not be exaggerating. But Kenzi kinda lives for exaggeration.