She stands and disposes of the last of the bigger pieces of glass as he speaks again, expression somewhere between a glare for prying into her business again and bewildered that he'd even tell her this at all.
"Doesn't matter." She's not about to admit that she's never really stopped to think about what she thinks of herself, too wrapped up in what she's always been told. "No-one cares about what I can do unless it's reminding everyone why I'll never be as good as her."
She roots around for the dustpan and brush, then, though she's not quite done. "Maybe that's why she doesn't like me talking to you."
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Date: 2014-01-08 07:31 pm (UTC)"Doesn't matter." She's not about to admit that she's never really stopped to think about what she thinks of herself, too wrapped up in what she's always been told. "No-one cares about what I can do unless it's reminding everyone why I'll never be as good as her."
She roots around for the dustpan and brush, then, though she's not quite done. "Maybe that's why she doesn't like me talking to you."