[more than anything, she's thinking of her friend, of pinocchio. sorry to compare him in my metatext to a magical puppet child, but it's the story of a little boy who was told by everyone that to be considered a real boy he had to be perfect and never tell a lie, and who was badly failed by the inadequacy of that black and white morality to prepare him for a grey world, but punished for being unable to live up to it all the same. anyway, that's what she told pinocchio, when she saw how everyone was angry at him for lying and misbehaving instead of listening to him when he explained why he had to. all of them were wrong and he was right.
because she knows all too well that sometimes the elders you're supposed to listen to just fail you. anyway, have a memory.]
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because she knows all too well that sometimes the elders you're supposed to listen to just fail you. anyway, have a memory.]