She is so lonely. All the other Beanoids are scared of her. No one talks to her. No one wants to be her friend—they think she’s unstable. They send her from planet to planet, committing atrocities in their name. And the better she gets at it, the more they fear her. She's a victim of her own success. Claire. That’s all they call her. Not a title, not a rank—just a name, given not out of care but convenience. A label for the weapon they forged. She's capable of so much more, and no one sees it. Some days, she feels so alone she could cry, but she doesn’t. She never does. Because what would be the point? Not a single person in the entire universe would care. Take it to your grave.
