"I don't have parents." She must have, once, but she wouldn't remember them. The nearest thing she probably has to a mother is Miss Justineau, and she's not here. Melanie feels a pang of regret at that -- not just because she misses her, but because she knows how much Miss Justineau would like it here. No Hungries. No Breakdown. Melanie never knew a world like this, but Miss Justineau remembers.
Melanie shifts a little when he asks if there's anyone he can call. The only person she's met is Sara, and Sara won't want to see her. Even if she does, what would be the use? If Melanie is going to be around anyone, it needs to be someone who's willing and able to keep her from hurting people. Sara might, especially now, but Melanie isn't certain that she would. Nor does she think Sara should have to. Melanie isn't her responsibility just because she met her first.
She gives the man a searching look. If he really wants to know how to help, she'll tell him, but she doesn't have high hopes that he'll take her seriously.
"I'm not safe," she says flatly. "My world has a kind of fungus called ophiocordyceps unilateralis that infected everyone, including me. If I get too close to people, I might bite them and infect them, too. I could give it to everyone." It wouldn't be the first time. "I need someone to lock me up so everyone else can be safe from me."
But she doesn't think he will, and there's a frustrated, almost petulant edge to her tone, as if he's already refused her.
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Date: 2017-08-26 01:22 am (UTC)From:Melanie shifts a little when he asks if there's anyone he can call. The only person she's met is Sara, and Sara won't want to see her. Even if she does, what would be the use? If Melanie is going to be around anyone, it needs to be someone who's willing and able to keep her from hurting people. Sara might, especially now, but Melanie isn't certain that she would. Nor does she think Sara should have to. Melanie isn't her responsibility just because she met her first.
She gives the man a searching look. If he really wants to know how to help, she'll tell him, but she doesn't have high hopes that he'll take her seriously.
"I'm not safe," she says flatly. "My world has a kind of fungus called ophiocordyceps unilateralis that infected everyone, including me. If I get too close to people, I might bite them and infect them, too. I could give it to everyone." It wouldn't be the first time. "I need someone to lock me up so everyone else can be safe from me."
But she doesn't think he will, and there's a frustrated, almost petulant edge to her tone, as if he's already refused her.