[ There is something familiar in that sentiment. Adapt or die. And while Ilde is unmoved by Angel's pleasant attitude, it neither annoys nor warms her, she supposes they at least understand each other in that regard. A similarity that is not quite apparent, but rings in the Hive's echo-chamber in harmony. She purses her lips, trying to be aware of her own stubbornness and deciding, ]
Yes. Let's.
[ Not the most friendly, but there is something to the idea that every one of them is out of their depth here, in one way or another. ]
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Yes. Let's.
[ Not the most friendly, but there is something to the idea that every one of them is out of their depth here, in one way or another. ]