"What a pity," she say breezily. "Ripping holes in things was sort of a specialty of mine - or my facility, I suppose. Now I'll have to build from the ground up. Not like I haven't before, of course. Just usually not this drastic." She heaves a somewhat exaggerated sigh. "That's just how things go."
Distantly it occurs to her that she is making small talk. She should not be able to do this so naturally. It's been a long time since she had to.
She looks at Zagreus and wonders how difficult it would be to kill him with this body. Would it be worth it? Would she be able to gain anything from it? Would it be permanent?
Well, there's a thought. Sort of an experiment. How does death work, in dreams that aren't quite dreams?
"I don't suppose you'd mind holding still for a moment?" she says, and casts about for a sharp stick. "I have a little test I'd like to run. There'll be cake after, remember, I did promise."
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Distantly it occurs to her that she is making small talk. She should not be able to do this so naturally. It's been a long time since she had to.
She looks at Zagreus and wonders how difficult it would be to kill him with this body. Would it be worth it? Would she be able to gain anything from it? Would it be permanent?
Well, there's a thought. Sort of an experiment. How does death work, in dreams that aren't quite dreams?
"I don't suppose you'd mind holding still for a moment?" she says, and casts about for a sharp stick. "I have a little test I'd like to run. There'll be cake after, remember, I did promise."