It's comforting, anchoring, and Ellie listens with wide eyes, her wrist draped over a knee.
She smiles abruptly when Cosima apologizes, shaking her head. "I like it," she admits. "Hearing about it. About you and the other Rifters, and who we all were before we came here." Whole lives and worlds with their own rules, their own entanglements. So many of them are so close, with only small diversions. Most of them have some version of Seattle, or New York.
It's unlikely that the world at large knew anything about Cosima and her sisters went through. It's entirely possible, with the Mist, that Clarisse and Cosima came from the same world and just didn't know it.
"No matter how much crazy shit happens to us, sometimes I just... can't wrap my head around the fact somebody here's probably lived through something crazier."
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She smiles abruptly when Cosima apologizes, shaking her head. "I like it," she admits. "Hearing about it. About you and the other Rifters, and who we all were before we came here." Whole lives and worlds with their own rules, their own entanglements. So many of them are so close, with only small diversions. Most of them have some version of Seattle, or New York.
It's unlikely that the world at large knew anything about Cosima and her sisters went through. It's entirely possible, with the Mist, that Clarisse and Cosima came from the same world and just didn't know it.
"No matter how much crazy shit happens to us, sometimes I just... can't wrap my head around the fact somebody here's probably lived through something crazier."