There's sense in his words, she can realise that much even in her hurt and anger. This whole place, this situation doesn't feel... fade-y. At least not what she'd imagine the fade to be like. Having never accessed it she cant be 100% sure of course, but...
So she swallows her next angry words, and fist still clenched jerks her head in a nod. "Humans always seem to fuck up a lot of things." Its true, but she doesn't hold a lot of bites in her words. After all she's come to respect and enjoy the company of some humans.
"But fine," she says through tight teeth, "whats your most pressing concern? Your magic?" It would be handy to have here, she imagines, and its odd to have him feeling nothing, a thought that leads to a more concerning one. "Do you think they made you," whats the word again, "Tranquil?"
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So she swallows her next angry words, and fist still clenched jerks her head in a nod. "Humans always seem to fuck up a lot of things." Its true, but she doesn't hold a lot of bites in her words. After all she's come to respect and enjoy the company of some humans.
"But fine," she says through tight teeth, "whats your most pressing concern? Your magic?" It would be handy to have here, she imagines, and its odd to have him feeling nothing, a thought that leads to a more concerning one. "Do you think they made you," whats the word again, "Tranquil?"