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The moment a voice popped up where all her senses were telling her it shouldn't be, Ella whirled with one hand outstretched defensively and the other brought back and ready to strike. Her hair briefly flared yellow instead of matching the dull stone of the walls around them as it swung around with her, but when she saw who it was she... well even a cursory glance made it apparent that Ella didn't relax, but she did put her fist down.
That was as much courtesy as she intended to extend however. She shifted backwards as Morgan stepped forward, intent on keeping the distance between them the same. Her eyes narrowed and after a few seconds of silence she asked "What do you want, human?"
"I sound like a deranged murderer after that last part, I know. Let me explain."
When Ella stepped back, Morgan stepped forward, matching her pace synchronously like it was a game to her. Her hands gesticulated slightly in a communicative way while she talked, though the passive tone of her voice never wavered, black nails glinting faintly in what torchlight there was.
"I mean, I'm just saying. Our lives are basically individualized doomsday clocks, everyone living to befall a guaranteed, inevitable death. There's nothing depressing about it, it's just true. But when we live our lives to the same pervasive tune daily that doomsday clock will just tick tick tick by so much quicker, oh foxy one. These patterns beget stagnancy, and stagnancy represents a life unlived, one spent doing the same thing over and over until it was too late to avert course. To me, that's depressing; And I can already see your patterns. At the inn, you spoke to no one. On the expedition, you spoke to no one. Now your solace is to do the same, here, in the shadows once more."
She placed a self-referential hand on her own chest, expression truly gracious.
"Ever the caring, and amused, soul, I deny fate its cruel sway over you, and stand here ready to break your grim cycle. Your compatriot in the dark."
@Schnee Corp Lawyer
When Ella stepped back, Morgan stepped forward, matching her pace synchronously like it was a game to her. Her hands gesticulated slightly in a communicative way while she talked, though the passive tone of her voice never wavered, black nails glinting faintly in what torchlight there was.
"I mean, I'm just saying. Our lives are basically individualized doomsday clocks, everyone living to befall a guaranteed, inevitable death. There's nothing depressing about it, it's just true. But when we live our lives to the same pervasive tune daily that doomsday clock will just tick tick tick by so much quicker, oh foxy one. These patterns beget stagnancy, and stagnancy represents a life unlived, one spent doing the same thing over and over until it was too late to avert course. To me, that's depressing; And I can already see your patterns. At the inn, you spoke to no one. On the expedition, you spoke to no one. Now your solace is to do the same, here, in the shadows once more."
She placed a self-referential hand on her own chest, expression truly gracious.
"Ever the caring, and amused, soul, I deny fate its cruel sway over you, and stand here ready to break your grim cycle. Your compatriot in the dark."
@Schnee Corp Lawyer