[The memory is so clear and so present that she would have a difficult time looking away from it even if she wanted to, which she doesn't. It's a moment in time, and it's not. There's no objective truth in a memory, Carata knows this. They were always changed, colored and shifted by the person they belonged to.
The elevator beeped, a gentle but insistent reminder. She stays precisely where she is.]
Appearances can be deceiving.
[Her. That picture in his head. Most things were more complex than people imagined. A gentle reminder to herself that sounds more like someone else's voice. She's being impolite. He might not mean to share with her, as young and confused and anxious as he seemed.
He should sit down. Give himself time to think, to process. Calm his mind. Her thoughts are so clear they're almost words. A gentle suggestion, since he hadn't seen the wisdom in her last. The elevator beeps, again.]
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The elevator beeped, a gentle but insistent reminder. She stays precisely where she is.]
Appearances can be deceiving.
[Her. That picture in his head. Most things were more complex than people imagined. A gentle reminder to herself that sounds more like someone else's voice. She's being impolite. He might not mean to share with her, as young and confused and anxious as he seemed.
He should sit down. Give himself time to think, to process. Calm his mind. Her thoughts are so clear they're almost words. A gentle suggestion, since he hadn't seen the wisdom in her last. The elevator beeps, again.]