What's left behind. [ She can't help thinking that one day the remnants of their own lives here will be all that's left for the next group of individuals pulled onto the station. At the same time, she wonders about the fate of those who came before them.
Sliding out a chair, she sits across from him, reaching for a nearby card to get a closer look. ] May I?
These look like tarot cards. [ She frowned slightly, shaking her head. ] But not a proper deck.
[ Admittedly, though, she's never practiced the art herself and her knowledge is limited. ]
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Sliding out a chair, she sits across from him, reaching for a nearby card to get a closer look. ] May I?
These look like tarot cards. [ She frowned slightly, shaking her head. ] But not a proper deck.
[ Admittedly, though, she's never practiced the art herself and her knowledge is limited. ]