[With how enraptured she'd been by her reading, the reminder that others are here is a sudden shock to her system. Mio shifts her weight to one side, leaning far enough to get a better look at the woman addressing her.]
Really? I wonder what's the point of writing it, then. It doesn't get confusing?
[She holds the book out at an angle, as if tilting it from side to side will unlock a few of its secrets. Then again, she supposes it makes sense. Mio thinks of all the things they'd ever been told about their world, the Consuls, their Queen. She's troubled by the thought of how many other lies might have been fed to them all. Equally troubling is the thought of how she must be coming across in this conversation.]
Sorry, [Mio adds. She might lack familiarity with so much art and culture, but she realizes she must sound ignorant and foolish.] Haven't had all that much time to read, in my lifetime.
...Not that it matters, I suppose. You're right: I'm pretty sure there's a lot I have to learn now.
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Really? I wonder what's the point of writing it, then. It doesn't get confusing?
[She holds the book out at an angle, as if tilting it from side to side will unlock a few of its secrets. Then again, she supposes it makes sense. Mio thinks of all the things they'd ever been told about their world, the Consuls, their Queen. She's troubled by the thought of how many other lies might have been fed to them all. Equally troubling is the thought of how she must be coming across in this conversation.]
Sorry, [Mio adds. She might lack familiarity with so much art and culture, but she realizes she must sound ignorant and foolish.] Haven't had all that much time to read, in my lifetime.
...Not that it matters, I suppose. You're right: I'm pretty sure there's a lot I have to learn now.