I... think that may be for the best. [ The logical side of her insisted it was because she was 'established' as Ursula in the world outside of her private life. But the truth was more that she was a coward... ]
But... if you'd like, you can take either of my surnames. That is if it's something you'd want to do!
[ Chariot took a moment to collect herself, sniffling away tears and rubbing at her eyes before straightening out her skirt again and almost immediately clinging to Monika again before bursting out another deeply elated sob. She couldn't help herself. It just... it meant so much more to her to hear that than she ever could have imagined. The literal new world they were both alien to had given birth to a figurative new world that was just as strange but felt so wonderful and true. ]
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But... if you'd like, you can take either of my surnames. That is if it's something you'd want to do!
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So much of her life had been pre-determined. Assigned and forced upon her, and she'd been expected to just accept it all.
Even her very name, "Monika," wasn't one that she had chosen for herself.
But now... it felt as though, she could really and truly forge a new identity for herself.
She didn't have to reject her old self. And frankly? She didn't want to.]
Callistis.
[But perhaps, she could build upon it.]
I want my name to be Monika Callistis.
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It's wonderful to meet you, Monika Callistis...
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There was a tiny and muffled hum, her face still buried against the other woman.
Ursula. Chariot. She wasn't just "like a mother" to her, now.
She was the parent she'd never had, and the one she'd found.]
M... Mom.