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	[color=darkgray]"We don't even know if I need to 'change and reform'. All we've got is the word of a thirteen-year-old,"[/color] Cal told Kyle, the air quotes audible in her voice, even if they weren't pantomimed. Her words came out in the form of a croak, cracked and quiet. She wasn't looking at him, or anybody, for that matter, when she talked. Her eyes were glued on glowing tip of her cigarette. [color=darkgray]"Go right ahead, mate. Don't much mind if you pretend I don't exist. Seems like everyone would prefer it that way."[/color] Her assertion was almost immediately cemented by Vinnie's rant, most of which went unreacted to. Cal did raise her eyebrow when the phrase 'ableist piece of shit' left her mouth, though. Even without her memories, there were a number of insults she'd direct at herself, but ableist was not one. She didn't have the energy to try to decipher what had led Vinnie to that conclusion, so instead she halfheartedly pointed at the girl with her cigarette.

	[color=darkgray]"Case and point,"[/color] she mumbled, before taking a long, quiet drag. After a few moments of unbearable silence, she let out a smoke-filled sigh. [color=darkgray]"Miserable cunt..."[/color] she murmured, tapping the end of her cigarette and letting the ash flutter to the floor. She finally looked up to the remaining members of their little crew, who, by decree of Kyle's little division decision, were the only ones who could tolerate her. Three people, four if she included herself, which she didn't. She'd have walked away from herself too if she could've. [color=darkgray]"You can go with them. I don't give a shit. I mean, what are a chef, a swimmer, a pariah, and a cop going to do against the great mysteries of space?"[/color]