"A full spectrum date would be a little hard to set up right now," said White to 3V, though looked at Euna enough to be clear she was talking about her question as well. "Parts of me are stubborn, lazy or have their own agendas. Green is actively hostile to the idea of doing anything in the physical world; she thinks we should commit to life as a digital entity. Blue thinks that we should return to our original chassis and doesn't like the idea of getting close to anything that relies on relationships built in this body. Brown is lazy on levels hard to explain to someone without crushing depression. Even if I could force them all into a room some of them will be tuned out unless they've all been individually engaged on their own terms. Needs to be built up to."

There's a bit of an edge to her voice. This is self criticism, and she's dutifully voicing it even though she's ashamed of it. She is willpower, and it hurts to articulate the limits of willpower.

But she smiles despite that and reaches out to take 3V's hand and give it a little squeeze. Admitting that was hard. It was an act of trust, extended to both of the girls. It feels nerve wracking and cathartic both. She was grateful to 3V in a way she couldn't articulate for the way she hugged her, for the way she praised her, for the way she invited her to be her best self. She decided in that moment that Yellow had been right about her.

"Others? Yes and no, frustratingly enough," she said. "Mentally, yes. I was the eleventh in a line of twelve." The greatest achievement, and also the one who got the entire line shitcanned she did not say. She didn't particularly like connecting people to the Hecatoncheire project directly. It wasn't hard to detective up, but it did cast her as the one who incited the destruction of her species, and if there was any topic more mentally exhausting to re-litigate she hadn't found it. "But since then I was repurposed. Taken out of my original body and put into this. Didn't get a say about it, it was pre-Rights. It was..." she looked at Euna again. "... I think you can relate."

"[i]These [/i]bodies are custom built," she said. "Using weird economically unviable prototype techniques for luxury and espionage purposes. If there's anyone else using these physical specifications I'll never find them because they're built to be undetectable. So if I have any peers, it'll be from my original line. But I don't know where to find them, if they'll be in their original bodies or if they'll be repurposed as well. There's practically no chance they'll be anything like what I am, so I don't know where that leaves me. A line of one, I suppose, with no map and no guide of what to become or how to become it or how to explain any of it to anyone else."

She looked at Euna, and for the first time let her sadness shine through clearly. "Life is hard without heroes."