"I dunno... I've never had a cousin before.. And ya don't seem the type t'put in charge of a troops or a province. No offense.

What d'ya wanna be? What ya good at?"

He asked, unsure how to react about the being a girl stuff..

"We'll get ya a therapist f'that baggage too."
They didn't really-- like me. . . being a girl. They wanted me to be. . . like you.

But-- I hate pretending to be someone or something I'm not.

[The admission is. . . personal. She didn't want to have to say it, but when emotions run high, anything can happen.]

. . . How does one serve you?

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