[She steps closer obediently when beckoned, one hand holding loosely to her elbow. Caren stands very still, presenting herself for the inspection she anticipates.]
Look at me. What about my appearance leads you to believe that I am incapable of fighting?
[At least there's still a bit of acid boiling under her tongue. Caren's frail frame is obviously not built for physical altercations, even if she wasn't visibly weakened by the effects of the sap transmutation. The remark was obviously a sarcastic one.]
There are many things I can hear down here. It seems it will never stop. Thoughts...feelings...doubts...regrets. All of them are flowing into me.
[The membrane that separates the walls of her personal Communion space and that of others is thin as rice paper and dissolving just as quickly. Any time she comes too close to another, the slippage deepens. Beside it all there is her own half-memory, half-illusion. It reminds her that she does not wish for anything Zenith can give her. She does not wish for anything at all.]
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Look at me. What about my appearance leads you to believe that I am incapable of fighting?
[At least there's still a bit of acid boiling under her tongue. Caren's frail frame is obviously not built for physical altercations, even if she wasn't visibly weakened by the effects of the sap transmutation. The remark was obviously a sarcastic one.]
There are many things I can hear down here. It seems it will never stop. Thoughts...feelings...doubts...regrets. All of them are flowing into me.
[The membrane that separates the walls of her personal Communion space and that of others is thin as rice paper and dissolving just as quickly. Any time she comes too close to another, the slippage deepens. Beside it all there is her own half-memory, half-illusion. It reminds her that she does not wish for anything Zenith can give her. She does not wish for anything at all.]