
"Fuck, officer Genovese, this place isn't a damn war zone, how likely am I really to run into trouble where I'd need instantaneous regeneration?"
And Rory pulled from something that she'd pushed deep, deep below the surface since she'd gotten to talk to her mother. Since her childhood when she'd gotten looks for talking to the classroom mouse.
"I want to feel normal. I want to be able to handle things without a bunch of life cheats and I'm sick of people acting like just because I have these powers I couldn't possibly know what it's like to be powerless.
"If I'm old enough to screw around with immortals and adults, I'm old enough to sign some waiver saying I don't want to be forced to retain my powers. What kind of bullshit is that, that people can buy permits to let themselves be murdered, but I can't sign a fucking waiver to feel normal? That's some backward fucking logic."
She was getting worked up. Rory looked away and pinched the bridge of her nose, trying not to sound so angry. "Sorry."