When Marcus looks down he will see a sad, knowing smile devoid of pity, from one orphan to another. It's not the same, but Vanya can't find it in her to count the robot she called Mom as Mother anymore. Not one adult in her life - from the woman that birthed her on down the line, human and otherwise - ever did right by her. Two-thirds of her caretakers died by her hand. The last would deserve nothing less, but he had the good sense to die before Vanya knew who she was.
Deep down she sometimes wishes her mother were dead. She suspects it might be easier to understand than knowing she sold her kid to a billionaire of unknown origin.
"My -- the guy who adopted my brothers and sister and me wasn't a fan either," she commiserates, the dry tone to her voice still belying her distaste plenty.
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Date: 2021-10-28 06:44 pm (UTC)Deep down she sometimes wishes her mother were dead. She suspects it might be easier to understand than knowing she sold her kid to a billionaire of unknown origin.
"My -- the guy who adopted my brothers and sister and me wasn't a fan either," she commiserates, the dry tone to her voice still belying her distaste plenty.
"Did you ever want to play?"