[ Lo... She likes it. Lois lets her hand drop back to her side, giving a soft sigh. ] I don't know where to start with any of this.
[ There's a strange vulnerability she allows to peek through. Maybe it's the emotional culmination of the implications wrapped in the training they were put through while playing certain roles and learning how to properly immerse themselves. That seeming need to blend into the established society or the consequences of the conflict exploding around them... Or just the incredible quiet of this place and that recognition of a morbid obsession that could be formed here. A fixation to search each face in the chambers for someone familiar and just waiting. Or, perhaps, praying to whatever deity someone holds near and dear.
It could be so easy to fall into a bitter pattern if you had to watch others bask in the bliss of reunions while you're left in the cold.
Her gaze passes back to a few of the pods, hand fidgeting with her collar for a moment. ]
Perhaps we should continue this conversation somewhere else.
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[ There's a strange vulnerability she allows to peek through. Maybe it's the emotional culmination of the implications wrapped in the training they were put through while playing certain roles and learning how to properly immerse themselves. That seeming need to blend into the established society or the consequences of the conflict exploding around them... Or just the incredible quiet of this place and that recognition of a morbid obsession that could be formed here. A fixation to search each face in the chambers for someone familiar and just waiting. Or, perhaps, praying to whatever deity someone holds near and dear.
It could be so easy to fall into a bitter pattern if you had to watch others bask in the bliss of reunions while you're left in the cold.
Her gaze passes back to a few of the pods, hand fidgeting with her collar for a moment. ]
Perhaps we should continue this conversation somewhere else.