[ She breathes out in a soft huff, taking the water and sipping from it; her hand is clear of blood, but the table? Ah, that she daubs up with her napkin, taking care of it without much obvious effort. Any blood on her skin had been minimal enough to burn off in the process: it's hard saying to what degree a sudden or high enough bloodflow would mean staining, but it was usually staining to clothing... in copious amounts. ]
Worse. It's exhausting, it's not subtle, and there's nothing easy about watching a limb regenerate little by little, bone to muscle to flesh.
[ It's not exactly in that order, but it does more or less go in segments growing outward. It's hard to even describe what it feels like. She's never tried, and never really had to deal with significant limb regeneration to try.
She sips at the water again, then sets it down to trade for the alcohol. Takes a sip of that, and glances around the room. Not for anything in particular, for all she's profiling the people in here; her thoughts are such that she doesn't want to stay fully still, fully focused. ]
It's weaponising members of a lineage. My time limit's coming up fast, but it's the trade-off for deciding to use child soldiers instead of adults. They all age too fast, but if we're young enough... aren't we supposed to believe?
[ It's nothing she should be talking about, to protect a handful of people here, but it's... equivalent, in a way. A relief, in its own way, to acknowledge what only one other person knows.
My time limit's coming up fast. Two years, and back home, she'd be dead. Older, too, if she gets out of the crystal before she dies, if time catches up, if the curse of the "honour" of being a Warrior hits home. ]
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Worse. It's exhausting, it's not subtle, and there's nothing easy about watching a limb regenerate little by little, bone to muscle to flesh.
[ It's not exactly in that order, but it does more or less go in segments growing outward. It's hard to even describe what it feels like. She's never tried, and never really had to deal with significant limb regeneration to try.
She sips at the water again, then sets it down to trade for the alcohol. Takes a sip of that, and glances around the room. Not for anything in particular, for all she's profiling the people in here; her thoughts are such that she doesn't want to stay fully still, fully focused. ]
It's weaponising members of a lineage. My time limit's coming up fast, but it's the trade-off for deciding to use child soldiers instead of adults. They all age too fast, but if we're young enough... aren't we supposed to believe?
[ It's nothing she should be talking about, to protect a handful of people here, but it's... equivalent, in a way. A relief, in its own way, to acknowledge what only one other person knows.
My time limit's coming up fast. Two years, and back home, she'd be dead. Older, too, if she gets out of the crystal before she dies, if time catches up, if the curse of the "honour" of being a Warrior hits home. ]