[ At first, she thinks it's a trick. A rush of compressed and sterile air as another pod cracks open and another displaced life spills out. But it sounds familiar, and Lyse doesn't want it to be a trick of the mind. She wants it to be real, which is why the Hyur woman turns, golden hair caught in the motion.
It feels almost like seeing a ghost. She hadn't been one of the countless faces that she saw, but seeing Alisaie there in the flesh, it's almost too good to be true. It wasn't, was it? Her eyes weren't playing tricks on her, right?
A smile slipping in, it's a little strained, brows turned upward. Like it's a struggle to just stand there in one place, but she has to be sure first. ]
Alisaie, is that really you?
[ Please, don't tell her this is just another simulation. ]
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It feels almost like seeing a ghost. She hadn't been one of the countless faces that she saw, but seeing Alisaie there in the flesh, it's almost too good to be true. It wasn't, was it? Her eyes weren't playing tricks on her, right?
A smile slipping in, it's a little strained, brows turned upward. Like it's a struggle to just stand there in one place, but she has to be sure first. ]
Alisaie, is that really you?
[ Please, don't tell her this is just another simulation. ]