"This is cheating, Mary, you know that." Your attempt at a menacing glare bounced off your traitorous friend's grin, who simply gestured at Iris's expectant expression.
"You promised." The young AI said, her fists balled in frustration as you continued to glare at Mary.
"You should have seen it coming." She said, and as you took a breath in preparation to muster a reply, Iris snapped from where she was standing to right in front of you. An avatar with the proportions of a ten year old had no right to be able to hover level with your face.
"Mandy, you promised!" She…it wasn't a whine. It sounded like one, but you'd always maintained that a whine would be petulant. This was entirely justified, and you knew from the look on her face that attempting to redirect the question was supremely unlikely to work.
"…fine."
"Yay!" Her avatar dropped back onto its feet and padded back to the sofa where she'd first asked the question. A gesture brought up a virtual panel in front of her as you and Mary made your way back to your own seats, Mary beside Iris and you on the other side of the small table. "So what do you think about it then?"
You sighed, then leant forward, eyes suddenly very intent. "It's hard to explain. I've fought against the comparison ever since it started being made, initially as I felt the very idea was a farce. But as it continued, I realised that the immediate jack-knife response wasn't fair. So I looked deeper, past the terminology that had given me my first impressions." You focused, and a pale aquamarine glove flowed into existence up your left arm. You tapped it with a finger. "This is as much a part of me as my hands, Iris, an extension of the power that rests in my soul. I couldn't do it without Siddhartha, and that could be seen as a point in favour of their likeness. But it misses things.
"The connection between a Unisonbound and their Platform has some similarity to the objects and talismans popularised by mahou shoujo media, and it's no surprise that society compares the two. Potentials drew some of that too, particularly the Second and Third Awakenings, but our abilities were less obvious. When Vega and I created the first Unison Platforms, that changed. Society had a tangible and permanent example of capabilities that were, for all intents and purposes, magic." You looked down at the silvery not-metal woven the elbow-length glove, and the hints of light dancing around it. "Little wonder that we sought a comforting identifier."
"And that's where the example falls down, for several reasons. The overwhelming majority of 'Magical Girl' media is exactly what it implies. Stories about painfully young children given power and a reason to use it. The Unisonbound, the Two Twenty Three, we aren't that. Potentials take years to discover the full breadth of their abilities, and Unisonbound are a step above that in complexity. We gain great power, yes, but we learn how to use it. And we only take volunteers." Iris jerked back as your tone cut through the room like a knife, and Mary reached out to squeeze your shoulder.
"That's a big part of why I really don't like talking about this." You could feel the ice in your eyes, freezing emotion out of your voice. "Power always has a price, and for the children in those series, it's often more than they can bear. It breaks them. Perhaps subtly, but it does, and not all of those 'chosen' survive."
"It's about choice?" Iris asked, small-voiced. You nodded, almost grateful that she'd realised so quickly.
"Among other things. The wider themes of the genre have a lot of good to them. But then you dig, and the questions start piling up. How many of those fictional girls were really given a choice? How many came out the other end of with less than what should be horrific trauma? I know that the comparison is to all the good sides of the media; defiance in the face of despair, a triumph of hope despite the odds against it. But I can't look at it without seeing the broken lives underpinning that vision." You flicked your hand, and the partial manifestation of your Aegis faded back into your soul.
"I'm sorry," Iris sniffed as she looked up at you. "It's just a big question, and the opinions on it are so split. I thought-"
"Don't be sorry," you said gently, reaching out and brushing your hand through hers. You were going to find a way to give her tactile interaction, it felt wrong for her not to have it, especially now. "You asked, and I owed you an answer. The dream that runs so deeply through many of the landmark works that remain is worthy of praise. But Unisonbound are different. And though I might be biased, so much more."
There was a long silence. Mary took advantage of it to slip around the table and hug you. Then a smile tugged its way onto Iris's face.
"Thanks Mandy." You stared at her for a moment, trying to understand why that smile was there, why she was thanking you, then simply accepted it. An unexpected warmth filled you, and a small smile of your own followed. Iris would tell you the reason if she thought it mattered.
"You're welcome." The last of the ice flowed out of you with those words. "But you said you had two questions."
"Oh, yes! I wanted to ask…"