Monsters
Two stared down at her orange protein paste in misery. She was in the control centre. Just a little ways away, in the next room, her team sat eating their dinner, smiling and joking with each other. That is, if they even were still her team. She wouldn't be surprised if a mutiny took place on the ship soon. Not that she would blame them. She wouldn't trust her either, if she was in their shoes.
Ever since they found out that she was effectively immortal, everything changed. Whenever she walked into a room, she felt their eyes on her, cold and suspicious. She ate alone now, unable to bear the tension. At least Five still liked her, but it seemed childish to drag her away from the group just to keep her company. She was a grown ass woman, for God's sakes.
"Hey." The soft voice of One drags her from her thoughts. She looks up. He gives her a small, almost shy smile, which is ridiculous because come on, he's seen her naked multiple times. They are past the point of being shy.
"Hey," she says. "Why aren't you with the others?"
"I could ask you the same thing."
She snorts humourlessly. "You know why."
"They'll come around."
He looks so earnest, so pleading. Just be patient, she can practically hear him say. Have faith. And this pisses her off. She doesn't want faith, dammit. She wants answers.
"No, they won't." she snaps. "I lied to them and now they don't trust me."
"I know the feeling." He takes a seat next to her, resting his bowl on his lap. Two feels a pang of guilt. Of course he does. She feels like a hypocrite.
"It's not your fault, Two." He says. "You didn't know."
She closes her eyes.
"It doesn't matter. I'm a monster."
The look he gives her is gentle. She wonders how he can keep being so gentle with her no matter how many times she pushes him away.
She expects him to deny it. He doesn't.
"Two," he replies after a moment of silence. "Don't you know by now? We're all monsters."