( Gara listens to her speak, not paying much mind to the brief look of shock on her face beforehand. It's ... Actually reminding him of those people he'd sung awake time and time again, what feels like so long ago. The wonder there in their voices, from people of all walks of life. Those who could finally experience emotion and passion unfettered.
It's not really like him to ask questions like some wide-eyed child; he far prefers figuring things out on his own.
But the picture ... The hallucinations of his loved ones ...
He's silent for a beat longer than is considered polite, bowing his head briefly. Hopefully it just seems like he's wracking his brain for a question. )
That kind of shit with the flowers. The vines. ( His voice takes on a low quality, a dark tone. ) That happen a lot here?
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It's not really like him to ask questions like some wide-eyed child; he far prefers figuring things out on his own.
But the picture ... The hallucinations of his loved ones ...
He's silent for a beat longer than is considered polite, bowing his head briefly. Hopefully it just seems like he's wracking his brain for a question. )
That kind of shit with the flowers. The vines. ( His voice takes on a low quality, a dark tone. ) That happen a lot here?