[ she does look at her throat, at the bruise there. but then glances away again. ]
I won't argue there aren't unexplored corners of the Prism - that much is obvious. Many of you have gone places now, and often the Prism reacts to things, to emotions and otherwise. Whatever it was, it wasn't real, in the end. A convincing illusion.
[...she looks like she's not sure if she should ask this, but - she can't help but wonder.]
...how did it show us Makoto? None of us had ever heard of her before. And your sword... [she glances at the sword unless steel has already put it back into her tiddy] ...we'd never heard of it either.
Or at least, I hadn't. I suppose you might have told one of the others...?
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[she touches the bruise at her throat. it's pretty nasty looking. if that place and time is gone, then what the fuck did that to her throat, huh?]
...I'm sorry to contradict you, but it felt real.
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[ she does look at her throat, at the bruise there. but then glances away again. ]
I won't argue there aren't unexplored corners of the Prism - that much is obvious. Many of you have gone places now, and often the Prism reacts to things, to emotions and otherwise. Whatever it was, it wasn't real, in the end. A convincing illusion.
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[...she looks like she's not sure if she should ask this, but - she can't help but wonder.]
...how did it show us Makoto? None of us had ever heard of her before. And your sword... [she glances at the sword unless steel has already put it back into her tiddy] ...we'd never heard of it either.
Or at least, I hadn't. I suppose you might have told one of the others...?
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A reflection of my memory perhaps.
[ but she sounds uncertain. ]
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[...]
If there was no before here... how was there anything in your memory to reflect?