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Did you have anymore questions left?

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Now that depends on how many you're willing to answer.

Yes, who the fuck are you?

Anything. Whatever you wanna know.

I'm sorry?

Which means more — being in The Seven, or the people you save?

It's hard to compare the two. The people I save is made possible by being in The Seven. It's — one that allows me to really do the other.

In Iowa — who did you save? Before us, before The Seven.

There were a few people, but it was mostly — pageants. Being put on display. Learning how to smile, how to pose. I couldn't make a real difference.

— and I suppose you feel no different now?

[ an answer that gives more than it takes: ] I just want to help.

— and I want to see Starlight, not Iowa.

[ she feels exposed for a moment, and shows him something she isn't certain she can ever take back. ] How do I know who that is without it?

[ he stares, eyes lit up with the idea that she'll have to choose. that entertains him, but his words come out even, strong. ]

You have to make a choice. You're either Starlight in The Seven — or you're that girl from Iowa on a stage.

I thought that I was still her — still that girl.

[ her head shakes, thoughtful. ]

But you're right. I have to be someone else; I — I have to be me.

You're not.

[ his head tilts, fingers tapping gently against the tabletop. ]

Then be you. I want nothing more than that. Honesty, transparency, the truth.

[ she smiles at him, genuinely, then clears her throat, glancing down at her fingers in her lap. ]

Were you — uh, sorry, but were you — out of questions?

[Cracks a smirk.] It's a fair question.

[ his eyes follow her movements, head tilted as he observes. ]

You have people to save — we do — but one last thing: what are your real thoughts on Compound V?

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