nottheteamsociopath:
evenanandr01dcancry:
âMm.â Viv listened with that same impassive expression, not showing any sign one way or another if his words amused or offended her. A waitress came by and she asked for ice water and a few breadsticks, and, âwhatever he wants, if he hesitates enquire further.â
Then, folding the menu and setting it aside, she set her hands in her lap. âHis experiment with me, my mother, and my brother, could be summed up as a resounding disaster, were I not the end product. He mismanaged our family to an unimaginable degree, mostly due to his duplicity in trying to keep us âstriving for normalcyâ. It led to bugs in my motherâs ethics. Obsessive-compulsive tendencies in my brother. Questions of faith in me. Victorâs murder.â She tipped her head to one side. âWhat I wish to know is â could we perhaps be angry with the same person?â
âThat depends on who youâre angry with.â Tommy ordered a fair amount of food, including a pasta dish and a fair amount of fries. âIf youâre angry at yourself for not being able to do anything, then no. If youâre angry at The Vision for striving for a ânormalcyâ that doesnât exist, then yup, weâre mad at the same person.â He gave her a little smile, âThough from what I understand, itâs not the first time heâs pulled some bullshit to prove heâs 'realâ.â
Her expression remained impassive, unreadable, but the furrow between her brows smoothed out and she took to tapping a fingernail -- painted or phased to be bright yellow -- on the table top. âThe pressure to be normal is overwhelming,â she admitted. âEverything we did was scrutinized to the nth degree. No flying, the neighbors will see. No using my internal wi-fi, I must use a tablet like the other children.â The young synthezoid huffed softly, looking up at him with an earnest expression in her gleaming eyes. âI hear this is a similar struggle with normal children, but I feel my experience is... far more complicated. And he makes it no easier. Why can he not accept that we are not normal?â
