[Her expression hardens. Don't give him that look? He deserves so much more than that. But what good would it do to run him through over and over again? What would that even fix? And he wouldn't want that for her.
It's like a little dagger, prodding in and slowly making an invisible wound larger. It's torturous to hear the way he puts it. Survived. Survived? What use was there in trying to survive in that? Red could have remade it in the image she wanted. But why? Why do so?
So she'd done the only thing she thought she could do, against the wishes of a pleading voice that haunt her in the same way.
The sound she looses is disdain. Disbelief. Incredulous. She shakes her head at him, as if that ought to convey every single complicated feeling that courses her veins like rapid wildfire.]
...
[I can see that.
A hand lifts, she gestures about them. She still has eyes. They still work. Yet he's right. This isn't Cloudbank. It's not the world inside the Transistor either. So what is it? And why? Suffice it to say she has about as much information as he does, which isn't much. She knows what she saw, what she experienced, but can't make sense of any of it.]
PROBABLY NOT AS MUCH AS I AM.
It's like a little dagger, prodding in and slowly making an invisible wound larger. It's torturous to hear the way he puts it. Survived. Survived? What use was there in trying to survive in that? Red could have remade it in the image she wanted. But why? Why do so?
So she'd done the only thing she thought she could do, against the wishes of a pleading voice that haunt her in the same way.
The sound she looses is disdain. Disbelief. Incredulous. She shakes her head at him, as if that ought to convey every single complicated feeling that courses her veins like rapid wildfire.]
...
[I can see that.
A hand lifts, she gestures about them. She still has eyes. They still work. Yet he's right. This isn't Cloudbank. It's not the world inside the Transistor either. So what is it? And why? Suffice it to say she has about as much information as he does, which isn't much. She knows what she saw, what she experienced, but can't make sense of any of it.]