It's a race most people think shouldn't be seen at all, where I come from.
[People like her aren't really welcomed by either humans or by elves - generally only by their immediate family, and hers is long dead. It's never really mattered to her that she's a half-elf or that people hate her, though. If anything, it's just made her motivated to become so powerful that nobody can look down on her.
When he falls silent, she watches him for a moment. Alice isn't good at comforting people. She's never really known what to say or do, but -
One hand comes up to squeeze Alfendi's shoulder as gently and as reassuringly as she's even capable of. The last eleven days have at least taught her that not everyone views their parents the same way she views hers.
Anything she could say doesn't really seem like it would help. He may not be dead sounds hollow, and Maybe he was part of one of the earlier experiments and escaped isn't a good scenario. It's what she hopes for for Decus, but is it what Alfendi would want for his father?
She's only known him for eleven days. She really can't say. So rather than offer him empty platitudes, she'll do her best to be here, and to continue the conversation when he changes the topic.]
Well, acids would be useful, but...
[They're probably not authorized to take them, either. It's a shame. She glances over at the controls for the filtration system and huffs.]
It would probably be more useful to figure out how that works. Maybe-
[Ah. Judy can hear them, can't she? She gestures for his notebook, and if he hands it over, she'll write down a suggestion.]
maybe we can alter the dosage to make it easier for us to wake up at night if we have to
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[People like her aren't really welcomed by either humans or by elves - generally only by their immediate family, and hers is long dead. It's never really mattered to her that she's a half-elf or that people hate her, though. If anything, it's just made her motivated to become so powerful that nobody can look down on her.
When he falls silent, she watches him for a moment. Alice isn't good at comforting people. She's never really known what to say or do, but -
One hand comes up to squeeze Alfendi's shoulder as gently and as reassuringly as she's even capable of. The last eleven days have at least taught her that not everyone views their parents the same way she views hers.
Anything she could say doesn't really seem like it would help. He may not be dead sounds hollow, and Maybe he was part of one of the earlier experiments and escaped isn't a good scenario. It's what she hopes for for Decus, but is it what Alfendi would want for his father?
She's only known him for eleven days. She really can't say. So rather than offer him empty platitudes, she'll do her best to be here, and to continue the conversation when he changes the topic.]
Well, acids would be useful, but...
[They're probably not authorized to take them, either. It's a shame. She glances over at the controls for the filtration system and huffs.]
It would probably be more useful to figure out how that works. Maybe-
[Ah. Judy can hear them, can't she? She gestures for his notebook, and if he hands it over, she'll write down a suggestion.]
maybe we can alter the dosage to make it easier for us to wake up at night if we have to