[They look dead to her. In stasis, still and frozen... no matter how much she's told that they are sleeping, that they might wake up, that she had been like that as well... How can she believe it?
How can she believe any of this?]
I am not your teacher!
[He peeks in, and she feels a desire to push him away, to somehow protect those within the pods from his gaze, to keep them to herself, half moving to do so but managing to hold herself back at the last moment, fingers curling impotently into fists, hackles raised.]
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How can she believe any of this?]
I am not your teacher!
[He peeks in, and she feels a desire to push him away, to somehow protect those within the pods from his gaze, to keep them to herself, half moving to do so but managing to hold herself back at the last moment, fingers curling impotently into fists, hackles raised.]