Rose murmurs a nice gesture as he launches in, because it is a good substitute for the flashy green font, but otherwise doesn't interrupt. There's a lot to take in even with her own future teenage alcoholism left out, and it's possibly for the better that it is. It would be too much now on top of everything, to learn that after all that she sunk into the same kind of problems as her mother without being remotely in the position to know why, and how no one managed to draw her out of it.
As it stands she listens well, lips pursing together as she takes in each piece of information, cataloging what to comment on and what to wonder about and what to leave for later. Even then it's hard to figure out how to attack it, particularly with points that come up that she thought were jokes or didn't get to ask more about earlier.
She finds by the end that she wishes she could trust the furniture more, because she wants very much to sit down.
"The Green Sun wasn't there," she says after a moment, omitting any jazz hands of her own. Her gaze is down and fixed on some spot of floor. "Just this empty spot where it should have been. You and I found our quest beds, and deployed the bomb, and waited--and it was a couple seconds to detonation when I found myself suddenly here." Not here here, but in Panem, waking up to strangers and too little explanation.
There's another pause, a moment of thought as she thinks what to ask next.
"I take it where we were headed would be the post-scratch universe. Doc Scratch did tell me we would have lived different lives there..."
Another pause, a sigh, and if she weren't so mentally exhausted from everything she'd be laughing at the topic her mind comes back to. She looks up again.
"I really dated Kanaya? You weren't kidding about the... the lesbian thing?" It feels ridiculous; she's only a handful of months into age 13, and not yet had cause to engage on the journey of self discovery that is discovering you're queer as a three dollar bill. "I only started to get to know her today," she finishes helplessly.
There's a mix of feelings welling up in her now, tired and frustrated and almost mad. What the hell is she doing here? Three years now, three years between them, three years she could have spent getting to know him as her brother and figuring out what being a god tier Seer of Light is and knowing the trolls better, seeing them, figuring out her own issues for herself. Just like that it's been snatched up, and if she ever goes back, who knows what will happen?
She feels her hands curl and clench at her sides, but pushes herself to ask in a voice that is tellingly stiff, "What about John and Jade?"
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As it stands she listens well, lips pursing together as she takes in each piece of information, cataloging what to comment on and what to wonder about and what to leave for later. Even then it's hard to figure out how to attack it, particularly with points that come up that she thought were jokes or didn't get to ask more about earlier.
She finds by the end that she wishes she could trust the furniture more, because she wants very much to sit down.
"The Green Sun wasn't there," she says after a moment, omitting any jazz hands of her own. Her gaze is down and fixed on some spot of floor. "Just this empty spot where it should have been. You and I found our quest beds, and deployed the bomb, and waited--and it was a couple seconds to detonation when I found myself suddenly here." Not here here, but in Panem, waking up to strangers and too little explanation.
There's another pause, a moment of thought as she thinks what to ask next.
"I take it where we were headed would be the post-scratch universe. Doc Scratch did tell me we would have lived different lives there..."
Another pause, a sigh, and if she weren't so mentally exhausted from everything she'd be laughing at the topic her mind comes back to. She looks up again.
"I really dated Kanaya? You weren't kidding about the... the lesbian thing?" It feels ridiculous; she's only a handful of months into age 13, and not yet had cause to engage on the journey of self discovery that is discovering you're queer as a three dollar bill. "I only started to get to know her today," she finishes helplessly.
There's a mix of feelings welling up in her now, tired and frustrated and almost mad. What the hell is she doing here? Three years now, three years between them, three years she could have spent getting to know him as her brother and figuring out what being a god tier Seer of Light is and knowing the trolls better, seeing them, figuring out her own issues for herself. Just like that it's been snatched up, and if she ever goes back, who knows what will happen?
She feels her hands curl and clench at her sides, but pushes herself to ask in a voice that is tellingly stiff, "What about John and Jade?"