"That's very good advice. I'll keep it in mind, thank you." Indeed she's been told similar before. Not that it has stopped her from expressing herself as much as it should have done. Or perhaps it's just the fact that the opportunity to talk to people outside of her now very limited circle means too much spills out. It's almost funny how she was created to be sociable, personable and yet has been so cautioned on wearing her heart on her sleeve.
But her creator is far wiser than she is and those cautions have been only to prevent her being hurt.
What does hurt for a moment is the remark about being true to oneself. If only that was the case. She's created so much fabrication for so many years. Whatever she is now, it isn't the intended 'Chloe'. Just a mangled design desperately trying to keep up the act of having never changed.
She was never supposed to change.
For those thoughts alone, she's glad no more is mentioned of her name nor its origins. Maleficent seems to take something positive from it and so Chloe contents herself with that. Skating over the surface is far more preferable to drowning in the depths.
Depths she was never supposed to know.
She's soon pleasantly distracted by what looks like a hint of a smile from the other woman. Though part of that is, admittedly, spying the fangs. There's a look of interest, but it doesn't last long enough for it to be outright staring. It only adds to the intrigue of Maleficent, who seems so self-possessed and dignified.
"This era would be from my world's past, yes. In that sense, it's unfamiliar to me, too." She gives Maleficent a little smile, hoping that it might help the woman feel so out of step. "What is your home like, if you don't mind me asking? There might be some elements that are akin to mine and its history." She pauses for a moment before following up with an offer. "And if there's anything I can do to help with any understanding, I'd be very happy to. Which I hope doesn't sound patronising."
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But her creator is far wiser than she is and those cautions have been only to prevent her being hurt.
What does hurt for a moment is the remark about being true to oneself. If only that was the case. She's created so much fabrication for so many years. Whatever she is now, it isn't the intended 'Chloe'. Just a mangled design desperately trying to keep up the act of having never changed.
She was never supposed to change.
For those thoughts alone, she's glad no more is mentioned of her name nor its origins. Maleficent seems to take something positive from it and so Chloe contents herself with that. Skating over the surface is far more preferable to drowning in the depths.
Depths she was never supposed to know.
She's soon pleasantly distracted by what looks like a hint of a smile from the other woman. Though part of that is, admittedly, spying the fangs. There's a look of interest, but it doesn't last long enough for it to be outright staring. It only adds to the intrigue of Maleficent, who seems so self-possessed and dignified.
"This era would be from my world's past, yes. In that sense, it's unfamiliar to me, too." She gives Maleficent a little smile, hoping that it might help the woman feel so out of step. "What is your home like, if you don't mind me asking? There might be some elements that are akin to mine and its history." She pauses for a moment before following up with an offer. "And if there's anything I can do to help with any understanding, I'd be very happy to. Which I hope doesn't sound patronising."