[Looks at this array with furrowed brows.]
"Corbin?"
[She looks at him. While unfamiliar with trip pants they imply a sort of identity that she feels is incongruous with half the names here.]
Well. You've had a lot of different identities. That would raise your odds to find your names in here, don't you think?
"Corbin?"
[She looks at him. While unfamiliar with trip pants they imply a sort of identity that she feels is incongruous with half the names here.]
Well. You've had a lot of different identities. That would raise your odds to find your names in here, don't you think?
It was a good try! But I suppose if I were picking a name for you out of all these options, Dante might come out on top anyway.
[if only because it is who he is now. he are benefitting greatly from her unfamiliarity with alternative youth culture.]
Well. No offense, but don't these places make a point of needling at us all? It probably is on purpose, in the same way that bringing us all here after we've suffered so much already is on purpose. It could be here to taunt you, for real.
[She looks to him, curious.]
Were all these names meant to be a secret? Or something important otherwise?
[if only because it is who he is now. he are benefitting greatly from her unfamiliarity with alternative youth culture.]
Well. No offense, but don't these places make a point of needling at us all? It probably is on purpose, in the same way that bringing us all here after we've suffered so much already is on purpose. It could be here to taunt you, for real.
[She looks to him, curious.]
Were all these names meant to be a secret? Or something important otherwise?
A journey of self-discovery, then! That's understandable. And if you have the need to change your name for it, it must be very important.
[these are words that might sound sarcastic in other mouths but it is simply sincere here.]
What made you choose Dante in the end?
[these are words that might sound sarcastic in other mouths but it is simply sincere here.]
What made you choose Dante in the end?
[i forgot we even had one.
Rosamund might be drawn in by the commotion then, rubbing at reddened eyes and taking a bracing breath or two. She can't say she's entirely surprised to find him here. Dante did seem like the type to take it out on public property.
And yet?]
Hello, Dante.
[She can't find it in herself to give him reproach. All she does is pluck one off the shelf herself, taking a seat on the floor. Smoothing her thumbs over its button eyes.]
Strohl took it out on the simulation room panel, too.
Rosamund might be drawn in by the commotion then, rubbing at reddened eyes and taking a bracing breath or two. She can't say she's entirely surprised to find him here. Dante did seem like the type to take it out on public property.
And yet?]
Hello, Dante.
[She can't find it in herself to give him reproach. All she does is pluck one off the shelf herself, taking a seat on the floor. Smoothing her thumbs over its button eyes.]
Strohl took it out on the simulation room panel, too.
[She huffs too, looking down at the bear.] There's not much else to take it out on. Not yet.
If we could find these auditors, I'd just...
[Her mouth twists. Her nails, manicured to a point, hitch in and under the seams of the head, and wrench. The whole thing comes off with a raucous rip and white stuffing billows out. She pitches it across the room and glowers at it where it lands.]
But I suppose we have to wait. Again. Just like always.
If we could find these auditors, I'd just...
[Her mouth twists. Her nails, manicured to a point, hitch in and under the seams of the head, and wrench. The whole thing comes off with a raucous rip and white stuffing billows out. She pitches it across the room and glowers at it where it lands.]
But I suppose we have to wait. Again. Just like always.
You must deal a great deal of vengeance where you're from.
[He just seems so committed to it. Rosamund grimaces and pulls out her spindle — ebony black, twisted, looking very cursed and sharp — and starts to cut into the bear's arms. The gesture feels empty, it's just better than sitting here doing nothing. Better than tearing her hair out.
And unlike sabotaging the public washrooms, she very much doubts anyone is going to miss this bear.]
Were you close to them? Anders and Vi?
[He just seems so committed to it. Rosamund grimaces and pulls out her spindle — ebony black, twisted, looking very cursed and sharp — and starts to cut into the bear's arms. The gesture feels empty, it's just better than sitting here doing nothing. Better than tearing her hair out.
And unlike sabotaging the public washrooms, she very much doubts anyone is going to miss this bear.]
Were you close to them? Anders and Vi?

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