[ For a moment, Sam's quiet, a faint hum across their connection as he considers that. Nobody knows who they are at fourteen, and Sam can't imagine how much worse it'd be to try to figure out the shape of your own identity when you've got so many others pressing in at the back of your head. He might still be frustrated with her for the way their last talk ended, but he cares about her.
He wants to provide comfort to that question, but he'd also never lie to her. It's a hard balance. ]
(Yeah, at least for now. But this... this is a part of us, a part of who we are now. I don't think we're gonna be able to change that; I think all we can do is choose how we use it and hold on tight to what makes us who we are. And have other people who'll watch our backs.)
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He wants to provide comfort to that question, but he'd also never lie to her. It's a hard balance. ]
( Yeah, at least for now. But this... this is a part of us, a part of who we are now. I don't think we're gonna be able to change that; I think all we can do is choose how we use it and hold on tight to what makes us who we are. And have other people who'll watch our backs. )