Amanda

“Would you say that we’re friends?” he asked. “Definitely. What do you think?” “I’m still figuring out what that means. Before, I thought I was close to someone, but I always felt the crushing need to be useful, as if I would be discarded otherwise. I’m not sure how I fit into a world where I receive benefits regardless of my contribution.” Not for the first time, Qalu wished her touch imparted comfort. “Benefits?” “You shelter me, feed me, provide for me in all respects. And now, you’ve brought me to observe art for personal inspiration. And yet you ask nothing in return.” “Your company is valuable,” she said. “So are your thoughts. I enjoy hearing them.” “I have difficulty adapting to that outlook,” he admitted. “That you have value outside of any labor provided?” “Yes.” “Then…imagine our situations were reversed. Am I worthless if I cannot give you food? If I lacked the resources to continue as we are?” “Certainly not,” he said at once. “You’re a brilliant person.” “So are you.” “Oh,” he said, his voice deep and soft.”
― Ann Aguirre, Love Code