You sound like a groupie. And believe me, I know groupies.

[ Just saying. But with that out of the way, she just drops her hands, shaking them out and pacing a bit. There are too many things bubbling up in her chest—questions that she's never been able to find answers to. Conflicts that she's tried to bury, but can't truly escape. ]

Why? Why is there only one? Where did we come from? Why can we do these things that no one else can?

[ And the question that she isn't asking, the one in the pauses. Why me? ]