[ She does do her best, this time, not to look too deeply into her memory -- but the problem is that her observance of Pandora was more real to her than the rest of her life that it came up shockingly clear that in some regards so that when she says as politely as possible, with a hollow laughter to the word - ] Awful. [ -- it's punctured with the echo back of static screaming, the snarls of beasts, the searing noise of flesh, ripping, laughing, madness, utter and without repent of understanding what it is to be otherwise. Only so good at this new found connection when she's balancing it against the hum of connecting to the network systems.
But she tries for his sake to not linger. ] Sorry. Normally it doesn't need much of an introduction. [ Still strange, it and Promethea were the by-word for suffering. All over the galaxy, boys and girls thanked their lucky stars every night that at least they weren't growing up on Pandora. She presses her lips together in an apologetic look. It shouldn't be funny but for all that misery and for all her outward compassion and good manners, there's removal there, detachment. Laughter, because there's only so much after a point. ] It's a border planet, known for it's... interesting flora and fauna, and to the mega corporations it's been controlled by, for it's incredibly lucrative resources. But you could say that cities like this are... [ she gestures down the street they're both in, dirt stained with the rain, mud splashed up her shoes, and that general sense of lawlessness. ] the pinnacle of Pandora's settlements. Not all are so safe, stable and lawful, either. [ He ought to be able to fill in the blanks on that. ]
[ But despite what she's saying, there's a pang in her words, in the thoughts behind them as she picks them. Granted, she's talking to him in the way she presented all information, like reading off a dossier, presented information by need of understanding. But there is a longing there, violence that feels like home, that makes this place not feel completely awful to her. ]
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But she tries for his sake to not linger. ] Sorry. Normally it doesn't need much of an introduction. [ Still strange, it and Promethea were the by-word for suffering. All over the galaxy, boys and girls thanked their lucky stars every night that at least they weren't growing up on Pandora. She presses her lips together in an apologetic look. It shouldn't be funny but for all that misery and for all her outward compassion and good manners, there's removal there, detachment. Laughter, because there's only so much after a point. ] It's a border planet, known for it's... interesting flora and fauna, and to the mega corporations it's been controlled by, for it's incredibly lucrative resources. But you could say that cities like this are... [ she gestures down the street they're both in, dirt stained with the rain, mud splashed up her shoes, and that general sense of lawlessness. ] the pinnacle of Pandora's settlements. Not all are so safe, stable and lawful, either. [ He ought to be able to fill in the blanks on that. ]
[ But despite what she's saying, there's a pang in her words, in the thoughts behind them as she picks them. Granted, she's talking to him in the way she presented all information, like reading off a dossier, presented information by need of understanding. But there is a longing there, violence that feels like home, that makes this place not feel completely awful to her. ]