[The woman sets herself in position, carefully flattening her dress so the folds in the fabric would not ruin the shot, and caresses her newly long hair to avoid blocking the shot. As a Spartan, she would not have thought too much about pictures taken from her (for propaganda or otherwise), but her mom...
She was different. For all she cared about, she deserved the best. She deserved memory. At first, the woman hesitates, not knowing which other details would she have forgot, but then looks at the camera, and at Valvalis.
For the time she had spent in this strange place, she greeted her with open arms, and treated her not like a demi-god, a freak, or an enemy. But like family.
Daisy remembers the way her mom used to look at her. And she smiles.]
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She was different. For all she cared about, she deserved the best. She deserved memory. At first, the woman hesitates, not knowing which other details would she have forgot, but then looks at the camera, and at Valvalis.
For the time she had spent in this strange place, she greeted her with open arms, and treated her not like a demi-god, a freak, or an enemy. But like family.
Daisy remembers the way her mom used to look at her. And she smiles.]