You lost it at Hydra and was yelling at Pierce but not that loud. You: You make me do too much labour. All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid, nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant. Just an appendage, live to attend you. So that you never lift a finger. 24/7 baby machine. So you can live out your picket-fence dreams. It's not an act of love if you made me. You make me do too much labour. Pierce glares at you.
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