[Well, that sounds pretty fucking bad.] Sounds like a threat we should wipe out sooner rather than later.
[Yes, the anxious bookish nerd is extremely down with murder.
She considers Anna's next statement, frowning and looking at the ground. It's... hard for her to really believe in fully. She keeps seeing that version of herself, broken up and sad and alone. Older by millenia, wiser by longer than that, but still so alone.
She can't shape the feeling that there's something in her that's so hard to love. After-all, going fifteen years without it tends to give that impression.]
...Yeah. I just... It's not that I'm worried about being alone exactly. More that I just miss my friends. I know they might show up but... [She shrugs. Then she blinks at Anna's last muttered example.]
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[Yes, the anxious bookish nerd is extremely down with murder.
She considers Anna's next statement, frowning and looking at the ground. It's... hard for her to really believe in fully. She keeps seeing that version of herself, broken up and sad and alone. Older by millenia, wiser by longer than that, but still so alone.
She can't shape the feeling that there's something in her that's so hard to love. After-all, going fifteen years without it tends to give that impression.]
...Yeah. I just... It's not that I'm worried about being alone exactly. More that I just miss my friends. I know they might show up but... [She shrugs. Then she blinks at Anna's last muttered example.]
...What?