She pressed more with her broken voice and a face completely different from the one she usually wore. A face that Jax himself wasn't able to register as belonging to the girl he knew.
"But Professor, I am not a weapon. And I don't want to be treated like one." Her words trembled. "I am a person. I have emotions too. I have my own desires. I can have feelings too like the one that's eating me alive right now. This jealousy that I don't even know why it's..."
Tears started forming in her eyes. She looked at him with a face so pathetic, so stripped of every layer of pride she had ever carried, that it looked like someone else entirely.
"See this?" She pointed at her own face. "I can't remember the last time I cried. And that's all your fault, you scum."
Her voice cracked further.
"I don't even understand what's happening to me. I've tried. I've sat alone in my room replaying every single interaction we've had and I still can't put a name to this thing inside my chest."
