[Accepting what one cannot fully comprehend... Truly, deep life philosophies right there
Trudges on with ~righteous obliviousness~
..."Wouldn't be the first time"? That catches his attention, but her question must be answered first. Not only because of an overbearing sense of chivalry, but also because that question resonates deeply with him. It has been on his mind after waking up here, ever since he reeled back in enough from the original shock of the information (alternatively, 'catatrophe') overload.]
...
I do not yet understand how this "retrieval of data" has been performed on us. In truth, it is vexing to confess that I grasp woefully little of this predicament. I must keep my vow to the Empress, however, and I'll not have the effort my comrades have expended safeguarding our world vanish for naught. ...To those ends, I must persevere.
"Not well enough, if I may still lose myself so far as to shout at a lady", he thinks, but accepts it with a self-disatisfied hum.]
With patience, more information will no doubt come to light. Organica is also brimming with bright and resplendent Spirias; I have faith that my comrades shall tiumph.
[A beat.]
If I may ask, miss Elcia. What did you mean, by "it wouldn't be the first time"?
Kind of hard to imagine, but he's seen a completely dead planet before. So it... can be pictured, a world that's barely alive. Not pleasant, but he can grasp the idea (he thinks). He'd never presume to have the slightest idea, however, about how living is LIKE, for the people who struggle with the world itself throughout their everyday lives.]
I'm sorry to hear that. There is wretched logic to be found, however: accustomed to arduous living conditions, your resilience and resourcefulness must be peerless, no doubt.
[Why's he so.....earnest... It's weird. She accepted that that was just what her world was like from childhood. It's a rough living to make, but she made it just fine.
She blinks.]
...Well. Thanks for the compliments, I guess. [She's...really not sure what to make of this guy, his earnestness keeps surprising her with how deep it runs.]
You don't have to worry about me, though. That sort of thing--it happened long before I was born. Can't complain when you've never known much else, right?
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Trudges on with ~righteous obliviousness~
..."Wouldn't be the first time"? That catches his attention, but her question must be answered first. Not only because of an overbearing sense of chivalry, but also because that question resonates deeply with him. It has been on his mind after waking up here, ever since he reeled back in enough from the original shock of the information (alternatively, 'catatrophe') overload.]
...
I do not yet understand how this "retrieval of data" has been performed on us. In truth, it is vexing to confess that I grasp woefully little of this predicament. I must keep my vow to the Empress, however, and I'll not have the effort my comrades have expended safeguarding our world vanish for naught. ...To those ends, I must persevere.
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Uh.
...... What.]
Wow, you... [...] ... You're very... well-spoken.
[...]
I'm sure you can....persevere. Yeah.
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stop
judging him.........
"Not well enough, if I may still lose myself so far as to shout at a lady", he thinks, but accepts it with a self-disatisfied hum.]
With patience, more information will no doubt come to light. Organica is also brimming with bright and resplendent Spirias; I have faith that my comrades shall tiumph.
[A beat.]
If I may ask, miss Elcia. What did you mean, by "it wouldn't be the first time"?
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As for that--she blinks, and then shrugs simply, entirely unbothered.]
My world is post-apocalyptic, I guess you could say. We live underground, because the world itself is no longer inhabitable.
[so this is... just the same-old.]
You'd think they'd pick a better target, but I guess that's contrived space-aliens for you.
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Kind of hard to imagine, but he's seen a completely dead planet before. So it... can be pictured, a world that's barely alive. Not pleasant, but he can grasp the idea (he thinks). He'd never presume to have the slightest idea, however, about how living is LIKE, for the people who struggle with the world itself throughout their everyday lives.]
I'm sorry to hear that. There is wretched logic to be found, however: accustomed to arduous living conditions, your resilience and resourcefulness must be peerless, no doubt.
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She blinks.]
...Well. Thanks for the compliments, I guess. [She's...really not sure what to make of this guy, his earnestness keeps surprising her with how deep it runs.]
You don't have to worry about me, though. That sort of thing--it happened long before I was born. Can't complain when you've never known much else, right?