[ Manifestations of fear sounds a little like a fairy tale; which is rich coming from someone carrying a sword and wearing a tiara. But they've just seen a pool tended by a robot, and she drove here in a car that moves faster than any horse or pegasus — so things seem to be a matter of perspective. The unfamiliarity of it all doesn't make it any more or less horrific.
Quietly— ] I'm ... sorry. [ Not that 'sorry' covers much, if at all — but it's still as genuine as she can make it. ( A little bit of something in her voice that may or may not sound like she gets it; at least the broad strokes of an 'unintentional apocalypse'. ) What should have been a nice little stroll in the park feels heavier.
But asking about what happened after an apocalypse is always a loaded question: it's alright, or it's not. She's not sure if she could answer the answer the question herself. So Lucina's gaze flits to nowhere in particular, taking a moment to let air fill her lungs. Another glance back at Martin. ] John, I hope— is he alright? Now that he's here?
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Quietly— ] I'm ... sorry. [ Not that 'sorry' covers much, if at all — but it's still as genuine as she can make it. ( A little bit of something in her voice that may or may not sound like she gets it; at least the broad strokes of an 'unintentional apocalypse'. ) What should have been a nice little stroll in the park feels heavier.
But asking about what happened after an apocalypse is always a loaded question: it's alright, or it's not. She's not sure if she could answer the answer the question herself. So Lucina's gaze flits to nowhere in particular, taking a moment to let air fill her lungs. Another glance back at Martin. ] John, I hope— is he alright? Now that he's here?