[ He was angry when the station first spat him up, too; confused and afraid. Now that anger has cooled, hardened into something more useful. If the Light wants him here, then here is where he's going to be. Still, he dislikes the constant press of minds on his own, the irresistible flow of foreign, difficult emotions. Asuka feels like a broken mirror to him, in pieces and liable to cut.
He pats the ground beside him, and breathes out slowly. Opens both eyes. ]
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That's one way to put it.
[ He was angry when the station first spat him up, too; confused and afraid. Now that anger has cooled, hardened into something more useful. If the Light wants him here, then here is where he's going to be. Still, he dislikes the constant press of minds on his own, the irresistible flow of foreign, difficult emotions. Asuka feels like a broken mirror to him, in pieces and liable to cut.
He pats the ground beside him, and breathes out slowly. Opens both eyes. ]
Sin'dorei. Blood elf.
Have a seat.