[Daisy knows she was speaking the truth, but it all seems unreal. She wants to dismiss this all as a dying dream. That was the only explanation she could muster for everything, even with the foreign pain of her newfound wings.
But even if it was, falling into desperation would do little to help her.
She holds her chocolate with both hands, she shrinks almost to the height of Charlotte, and her wings slowly contract. She was a SPARTAN. She had to behave like one. SPARTAN-023 is still visibly disturbed by the revelation, but she knows she has to cope. She quietly asks.]
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But even if it was, falling into desperation would do little to help her.
She holds her chocolate with both hands, she shrinks almost to the height of Charlotte, and her wings slowly contract. She was a SPARTAN. She had to behave like one. SPARTAN-023 is still visibly disturbed by the revelation, but she knows she has to cope. She quietly asks.]
How long did it take you to get used to this?