[ It's unfair, really, how much worth others place on her emotions because she's unashamed of expressing them, when others with deeper, hidden feelings go unnoticed. Much of it, still, is for show. ]
Don't ask me that.
[ Her tone is clipped, dismissive, easily construed as rude. She doesn't need any more reminders of how alike Sam is to a certain watermelon farmer-slash-couch philosopher and the way the latter used to ask Katsuragi, what do you want? Is this what you want? Is this what you really want? At least-- at least Sam doesn't wait for her to answer, the question being nothing but courtesy, and therein lies the difference.
Her barrier is deceivingly flimsy to the touch, transparent, like the surface of an air bubble. But it's flexible, bending against his touch without letting him in. She quirks a smile, challenged. ]
I'm going to try to come in.
[ It's a warning, not a request for consent. She hasn't tried this before, having only recently discovered that the world of the mind isn't limited by the laws of physics, with her imagination being the literal limit. There's no hesitation, even if her moves are clumsy and unpracticed: attempting to push back against the surface of his mind with her own, wall against wall, while mulling over the idea of dissolving both to form a pathway. Like bubbles merging together. The barrier between the souls can only be eroded by another soul. The AT Field's nemesis is another AT Field. ]
no subject
Don't ask me that.
[ Her tone is clipped, dismissive, easily construed as rude. She doesn't need any more reminders of how alike Sam is to a certain watermelon farmer-slash-couch philosopher and the way the latter used to ask Katsuragi, what do you want? Is this what you want? Is this what you really want? At least-- at least Sam doesn't wait for her to answer, the question being nothing but courtesy, and therein lies the difference.
Her barrier is deceivingly flimsy to the touch, transparent, like the surface of an air bubble. But it's flexible, bending against his touch without letting him in. She quirks a smile, challenged. ]
I'm going to try to come in.
[ It's a warning, not a request for consent. She hasn't tried this before, having only recently discovered that the world of the mind isn't limited by the laws of physics, with her imagination being the literal limit. There's no hesitation, even if her moves are clumsy and unpracticed: attempting to push back against the surface of his mind with her own, wall against wall, while mulling over the idea of dissolving both to form a pathway. Like bubbles merging together. The barrier between the souls can only be eroded by another soul. The AT Field's nemesis is another AT Field. ]