“You are not my friend,” she didn’t look up at me as she uttered the words.
This seems to imply a certain degree of dishonesty, a sense that she’s not certain enough about it to look Taylor in the eyes as she says it.
Unless of course it’s a setup to Bitch doing exactly that as she more forcefully repeats herself.
“Fine! I’ve accepted that. But you’re my friend, even if I don’t like you half the time.
That’s.
Not how friendship works, Taylor.
I know you’re not all that experienced with it, besides a certain treacherous harpy, but still.
Maybe we should get you some friendship lessons. Man, where’s a hole between realities when you need one… ah, here we go, straight to Ponyville. Go on, Taylor, right on through here, look for a big purple crystal castle, tell the princess Krixwell sent you.
You’re my teammate. We’re similar.
Is that your idea of what makes Bitch your friend?
The only difference is that you went through your shit years ago, and I just got through dealing with mine a few weeks after I joined this team. We’ve traveled down the same paths. Whether you like it or not, we’re kindred spirits. We both struggle with the social-” I trailed off.
Yes, being similar can make it easier to befriend someone. It gives you something to relate to each other over. But there are plenty of people who are similar without being friends. Hell, plenty of people who are similar and enemies.
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