[A2 listens to this silently, her expression unreadable. How odd. She had not expected to hear this awful mirror of her own thoughts.
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Why is she so sad, looking at this human? He was strange, and unnerving in a way she could not place. He intruded on her despite her efforts to get away from him. He had helped her at great risk to himself, and now sits here, alone by choice. She stares at him for a long time, puzzling it out. She wants to hate humanity. For leaving all of them like this, orphaned, fighting their battle for them. She does hate them. But she loves them, too.
A2 does not say this. She does not have the words to express this, and would not even if she did know what to say. Instead, she settles next to him.
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She says nothing at first. Then, at the moment where it seems she will never speak:]
no subject
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Why is she so sad, looking at this human? He was strange, and unnerving in a way she could not place. He intruded on her despite her efforts to get away from him. He had helped her at great risk to himself, and now sits here, alone by choice. She stares at him for a long time, puzzling it out. She wants to hate humanity. For leaving all of them like this, orphaned, fighting their battle for them. She does hate them. But she loves them, too.
A2 does not say this. She does not have the words to express this, and would not even if she did know what to say. Instead, she settles next to him.
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She says nothing at first. Then, at the moment where it seems she will never speak:]
I'll rest before I go.
[vague hope/cold rain]