The funny thing is, what this place is supposed to be makes more sense for her; the hollow dread, the visceral feeling of something terribly wrong, the threat on every life that's currently here. Her norm is bleak odds and dark, stormy nights. Which makes this — whatever this is —
It's a lot.
It takes Lucina a comically long time before she moves again — the water's still sloshing menacingly behind Wade, the rain's still pouring harder than ever, and the edges of the block have shadows slowly creeping in. It's hard to say if she's really digested anything he's said when she blinks, slowly. Then gain. Her shoulders rise and fall and she opens her mouth to say something. Snaps her jaw shut. Second time's the charm. ]
... Right. [ She's good at repressing, at least. She's got a whole lifetime of that. So she dutifully ignores the whole boatload of 'what the fuck' ( for now; she'll come back around to the whole 'I can't die' thing later, mark my words ) to focus on the question he's come back around to. ] I ... I can't say I've ever tried. [ Willingly subjecting herself to mean visual hallucinations. Experiencing the horrors of her own volition. You know, things people tend to avoid whenever possible. But there's something so friendly and casual about him that she's starting to doubt how urgent this situation is.
Weakly— ] Is it not dangerous? With the water, and— everything.
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The funny thing is, what this place is supposed to be makes more sense for her; the hollow dread, the visceral feeling of something terribly wrong, the threat on every life that's currently here. Her norm is bleak odds and dark, stormy nights. Which makes this — whatever this is —
It's a lot.
It takes Lucina a comically long time before she moves again — the water's still sloshing menacingly behind Wade, the rain's still pouring harder than ever, and the edges of the block have shadows slowly creeping in. It's hard to say if she's really digested anything he's said when she blinks, slowly. Then gain. Her shoulders rise and fall and she opens her mouth to say something. Snaps her jaw shut. Second time's the charm. ]
... Right. [ She's good at repressing, at least. She's got a whole lifetime of that. So she dutifully ignores the whole boatload of 'what the fuck' ( for now; she'll come back around to the whole 'I can't die' thing later, mark my words ) to focus on the question he's come back around to. ] I ... I can't say I've ever tried. [ Willingly subjecting herself to mean visual hallucinations. Experiencing the horrors of her own volition. You know, things people tend to avoid whenever possible. But there's something so friendly and casual about him that she's starting to doubt how urgent this situation is.
Weakly— ] Is it not dangerous? With the water, and— everything.