[sadly she was a honest to goodness trusting person. By now one would think she would have learned, with all the moments of betrayal and pain she had suffered in the past three years... she still trusted people]
I've met a few people who seem unable to die. Immortal in most cases. Searching the news of the past as well as history points out a few. It's fascinating, really.
[unseen to the other, she shifted in her seat, moving to flop over, like a teen on a phone, only much less oblivious or relaxed. She lay down in the couch, NV still in place and frowned, thinking over what to say]
Discomfort only in the fact that he was mad and a little helpless. Just a head after all. He was very mad when someone he knew showed up as well but... no, he didn't seem in pain. Just said he... or someone, would Bless the person who put him back together. That will take a damn lot of work, considering how many parts he seemed to be in. I couldn't really count it, really. He was... fine. No discomfort other then Miss Castor picking his head up.
[she frowned deeper, feeling guilt for being interested. A hand went to her belly, feeling mildly sick again. It was a human life... scattered all over the place. She had seen it before, thanks to the darkness, but it still made her feel gross]
It shouldn't... be so interesting though, should it. That's not normal, is it? Not that being a talking head is normal either...
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Date: 2011-11-17 06:23 am (UTC)I've met a few people who seem unable to die. Immortal in most cases. Searching the news of the past as well as history points out a few. It's fascinating, really.
[unseen to the other, she shifted in her seat, moving to flop over, like a teen on a phone, only much less oblivious or relaxed. She lay down in the couch, NV still in place and frowned, thinking over what to say]
Discomfort only in the fact that he was mad and a little helpless. Just a head after all. He was very mad when someone he knew showed up as well but... no, he didn't seem in pain. Just said he... or someone, would Bless the person who put him back together. That will take a damn lot of work, considering how many parts he seemed to be in. I couldn't really count it, really. He was... fine. No discomfort other then Miss Castor picking his head up.
[she frowned deeper, feeling guilt for being interested. A hand went to her belly, feeling mildly sick again. It was a human life... scattered all over the place. She had seen it before, thanks to the darkness, but it still made her feel gross]
It shouldn't... be so interesting though, should it. That's not normal, is it? Not that being a talking head is normal either...