[His means of tackling the situation are obvious ones. Ones that even she's inclined to agree with. Understanding where they've come to, how that's happened, if it's true that Cloudbank no longer exists, if there's an opportunity to remake or reclaim. This must be like a divine calling to him. He couldn't succeed where she stopped him before, but what's to stop him here?
Red suspects she doesn't want to live in a world that Royce makes. If he holds any amount of disdain for her interference, who knows what kind of power he could have with creation in his hands. He has every reason to simply get rid of her. And everyone else they've ever known. Or worse—what if he remade them the way he thought they should be?
What would his version of her be like?
She suspects she must look pained for a breath or two. There are others. She'd likely be better off splintering apart from him and seeking them out herself. It's a daunting task, but no more or less daunting than it had been to chase every lead back in their world. At least, she won't be on another wild goose chase for the Camerata. Probably.
With a motion between them, it can be interpreted in a few ways. Are they going to have a problem? (Possibly.) She's only seen him from Cloudbank. Not that there can't be others, but that, as of this moment, he's the only familiar face she's seen. Exposing the palm of one hand, she traces touch along it with her fingertips of opposing hand. It's harder for her to ask questions. She'll need to write them if she's to get any information. Even then, how would she even transmit that elsewhere?
But perhaps the biggest question is whether the two of them are capable of cooperating with one another. Even if they only use one another for a means to an end, are either of them even willing to do that?]
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Red suspects she doesn't want to live in a world that Royce makes. If he holds any amount of disdain for her interference, who knows what kind of power he could have with creation in his hands. He has every reason to simply get rid of her. And everyone else they've ever known. Or worse—what if he remade them the way he thought they should be?
What would his version of her be like?
She suspects she must look pained for a breath or two. There are others. She'd likely be better off splintering apart from him and seeking them out herself. It's a daunting task, but no more or less daunting than it had been to chase every lead back in their world. At least, she won't be on another wild goose chase for the Camerata. Probably.
With a motion between them, it can be interpreted in a few ways. Are they going to have a problem? (Possibly.) She's only seen him from Cloudbank. Not that there can't be others, but that, as of this moment, he's the only familiar face she's seen. Exposing the palm of one hand, she traces touch along it with her fingertips of opposing hand. It's harder for her to ask questions. She'll need to write them if she's to get any information. Even then, how would she even transmit that elsewhere?
But perhaps the biggest question is whether the two of them are capable of cooperating with one another. Even if they only use one another for a means to an end, are either of them even willing to do that?]