[Her immediate reaction is one of shock. It's plainly obvious on her face and in the way that the spoon falls from her fingers and clatters into the mostly-empty bowl of oatmeal. She seems as though she wishes to speak, lips parting and a bit of sound in her throat, but she stops herself.
This angers her. This upsets her. But it is an explanation that explains, with such clarity, how she could be here when her true body was surely reduced to its finest constituent components.]
I see.
[She exhales deeply.]
Is this a kindness, then, that they've rescued us? Somehow... I wonder.
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This angers her. This upsets her. But it is an explanation that explains, with such clarity, how she could be here when her true body was surely reduced to its finest constituent components.]
I see.
[She exhales deeply.]
Is this a kindness, then, that they've rescued us? Somehow... I wonder.