Upon hearing that name again, this time directly referring to her, the corners of X-23's mouth twitched, before she pursed her lips together, tighter than before.
It should not have been much of a surprise; she had known they were talking about her, before, and Doctor Kinney nearly called her that once already.
And yet it made her throat clench.
As Doctor Kinney crouched down, she lowered her knees and dropped her feet to the floor, so that she could look at her with nothing between them. She listened to her talk, palms pressed flat on the bed, and she could feel her pulse, inexplicably loud against the mattress.
Laura.
It was different. It was a name. Not a designation. It sounded--
Why did she have this?
She had a name. She had clothes. She was away from the facility. There were no missions. And there was no explanation for any of it. At least, not one she could comprehend. It bothered her more than she was supposed to allow.
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It should not have been much of a surprise; she had known they were talking about her, before, and Doctor Kinney nearly called her that once already.
And yet it made her throat clench.
As Doctor Kinney crouched down, she lowered her knees and dropped her feet to the floor, so that she could look at her with nothing between them. She listened to her talk, palms pressed flat on the bed, and she could feel her pulse, inexplicably loud against the mattress.
Laura.
It was different. It was a name. Not a designation. It sounded--
Why did she have this?
She had a name. She had clothes. She was away from the facility. There were no missions. And there was no explanation for any of it. At least, not one she could comprehend. It bothered her more than she was supposed to allow.
She was still waiting to be punished.