[ Her world has that potential, too, but not the part of her world she's from most recently, so she simply hums something like acknowledgement, sipping at her alcohol more thoughtfully now. Humanity carries the same trends everywhere. It just feels like something closer to hope that there are places not under constant threat of war, oppression, or annihilation in other worlds. ]
Surprise me.
[ She says, tipping her cup to him. How she's feeling is a question she barely answers for herself. Self-deception is an artform she uses to compartmentalise, and while she's feeling not as shitty right now compared to even earlier, she has no answer for anything that fits.
She'd prefer the surprise. One of the kind that doesn't leave her bleeding, or killing, or watching others die. ]
who needs sense when you could have a field day
Surprise me.
[ She says, tipping her cup to him. How she's feeling is a question she barely answers for herself. Self-deception is an artform she uses to compartmentalise, and while she's feeling not as shitty right now compared to even earlier, she has no answer for anything that fits.
She'd prefer the surprise. One of the kind that doesn't leave her bleeding, or killing, or watching others die. ]