[Interesting... she had expected basic instincts from the hoard overall, of course, but not the capacity to question. To ask, to wonder. They know of love, loss, and pain. It fascinates her, and if they can hear her on their frequency, they'll know it.
She wants to explain. Human emotions are complicated, and she is infinitely sympathetic to every beating heart, even the little ones that simply ask why.
Arturia presses her bow to the strings and plays a different tune. One that tries to tell a story of friendship born through strife, of love blooming from a loss. As tragic as it is, these are the things that bring humans together, as much as tearing them apart. She won't pretend to know why they are the way that they are, but to her, that's what makes life interesting.]
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She wants to explain. Human emotions are complicated, and she is infinitely sympathetic to every beating heart, even the little ones that simply ask why.
Arturia presses her bow to the strings and plays a different tune. One that tries to tell a story of friendship born through strife, of love blooming from a loss. As tragic as it is, these are the things that bring humans together, as much as tearing them apart. She won't pretend to know why they are the way that they are, but to her, that's what makes life interesting.]