Worm Full-Cast Production - Arc 2: Insinuation
Essdeedu for Amy Dallon / Panacea
Amy is somewhere between 15 and 17 at the story's beginning. She is Victoria Dallon's adopted sister, and secretly is romantically attracted to her. She is shy and uncertain of herself at the beginning of the story, but she gains confidence and greater comfort with herself towards the end.
Her power gives her complete biological control over anything she touches, and as such she is the world's foremost healer. The extent to which others rely on her, her inability to do more than she does, and how little she actually cares for helping others weigh on her heavily.
Her power is even stronger than she lets on: she claims to be unable to affect brains, but actually just avoids doing it so she doesn't get carried away making personality changes - a fear that later comes true.
[Threatening to make her sister face the consequences of her actions.]
“That’s not me. It’s not my fault we’re at this point. It’s you. You’re crossing the line, going too far. Which is exactly what people who criticize New Wave are scared of. We’re not government sponsored. We’re not protected or organized or regulated in the same way. Everyone knows who we are under our masks. That means we have to be accountable. The responsible thing for me to do, as a member of this team, is to let the paramedics take him, and let the law do as it sees fit.” (2.x)
[Speaking quietly, but clinically. She has just gone through some very stressful ordeals and has just made a moral compromise.]
“It’s a parasite that’s producing the improperly folded proteins. I can stop it, and I think I can make them create a counter-agent that counteracts the proteins and promotes healing in the brain. Can’t make them fix the lesions, but I can promote plasticity in the brain and new connections to old information.” (14.10)
[Just discovered with her horribly disfigured sister. Lines are separated by narration. Don't include narration.]
Amy kept talking, her voice strangely monotone after her earlier emotion, as if she were a recording. Maybe she was, after a fashion, all of the excuses and arguments she’d planned spilling from her mouth.
“I wanted her to be happy. I could adjust. Tweak, expand, change things to serve more than one purpose. I had the extra material from the cocoon. When I was done, I started undoing everything, all the mental and physical changes. I got so tired, and so scared, so lonely, so I thought we’d take another break, before I was completely finished. I changed more things. More stuff I had to fix. And days passed. I-“
"I lost track. I forgot how to change her back."
"I don't know what to do."
"Please tell me what to do," Amy pleaded. (15.x)
