[But she's trying—even if it's taken a supernatural memory-rain to pry her open and make her willing to be this vulnerable. She feels exposed, a little sick, and definitely drained... But she can't bring herself to regret it, really. It feels—good, almost, being side-by-side with Siffrin and letting them half-support her weight while she supports theirs. Even though they're both still soaking wet. Cathartic, maybe.
Still, Siffrin's bad at it in a different way than she is. Those times that she does convince herself to talk, Shoka tends to speak frankly and bluntly, but Siffrin can hardly get a full sentence out.
It might be a case of the blind leading the blind, then, but it feels like a start. She'd be happy if they tried.]
Good enough for me.
[A brief silence weaves its way between them, then. Shoka seems lost in thought.
She didn't intend to hold them to that promise so soon, but:]
... Hey. You said... that you couldn't make all the Replays—loops, whatever... You only got out by coming here, right?
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[But she's trying—even if it's taken a supernatural memory-rain to pry her open and make her willing to be this vulnerable. She feels exposed, a little sick, and definitely drained... But she can't bring herself to regret it, really. It feels—good, almost, being side-by-side with Siffrin and letting them half-support her weight while she supports theirs. Even though they're both still soaking wet. Cathartic, maybe.
Still, Siffrin's bad at it in a different way than she is. Those times that she does convince herself to talk, Shoka tends to speak frankly and bluntly, but Siffrin can hardly get a full sentence out.
It might be a case of the blind leading the blind, then, but it feels like a start. She'd be happy if they tried.]
Good enough for me.
[A brief silence weaves its way between them, then. Shoka seems lost in thought.
She didn't intend to hold them to that promise so soon, but:]
... Hey. You said... that you couldn't make all the Replays—loops, whatever... You only got out by coming here, right?