( It's a funny coincidence that this is happening a second time — the two of them winding up in the same situation, on the same side if only because the alternative isn't an option. She didn't know him very well, they were hardly acquainted before Charles' sister ripped him apart the same way she rips apart anyone who stands against her, like they're playthings, like they're paper.
It makes her wonder even now, here, somewhere safely away from her, whether or not her healing would be enough to outlast the things Cassandra is capable of. It's only by being smart and being cautious that she hasn't had the chance to find out yet. Hopefully she never will; let the familiar faces begin and end with his if it means she never shows up.
His question earns a nod, slow, thoughtful. )
It shouldn't be possible. The place I came from... things don't tend to leave there.
( It doesn't sit right. Even if she'd been alone, even if she hadn't been with the other survivors... the Void is where things — where people — are thrown to be forgotten forever. Not where they're poached from.)
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It makes her wonder even now, here, somewhere safely away from her, whether or not her healing would be enough to outlast the things Cassandra is capable of. It's only by being smart and being cautious that she hasn't had the chance to find out yet. Hopefully she never will; let the familiar faces begin and end with his if it means she never shows up.
His question earns a nod, slow, thoughtful. )
It shouldn't be possible. The place I came from... things don't tend to leave there.
( It doesn't sit right. Even if she'd been alone, even if she hadn't been with the other survivors... the Void is where things — where people — are thrown to be forgotten forever. Not where they're poached from.)