[There's some tang or texture of something blue or cool, some element of observation - not disinterested, not detached, just beyond reach. A small bird on a branch, its head swiveling this way and that while it's large black eye watches the wind through the trees and over the grass. Its wings twitch. The branch sways from the world around it, not from the weight of the sparrow.]
( The common theory is that what makes us suitable hosts for the symbiote is a physical mutation of some kind. I imagine it could be a hereditary trait, or the cause of some environmental factors that a family or group of people who grew and lived and knew similar circumstances might share. Like with you and Shiro, or as it is with Bellamy and Lexa and so on. It's not impossible to imagine that a member of your family might find their way here. Or that you might find some different version of them somewhere else, I suppose. )
[It isn't meant to be discouraging. On the contrary, as far as realistic expectation go surely this estimation is optimistic?]
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( The common theory is that what makes us suitable hosts for the symbiote is a physical mutation of some kind. I imagine it could be a hereditary trait, or the cause of some environmental factors that a family or group of people who grew and lived and knew similar circumstances might share. Like with you and Shiro, or as it is with Bellamy and Lexa and so on. It's not impossible to imagine that a member of your family might find their way here. Or that you might find some different version of them somewhere else, I suppose. )
[It isn't meant to be discouraging. On the contrary, as far as realistic expectation go surely this estimation is optimistic?]