I... see. I have to admit, I am intrigued. Do you get a lot of business?
[She has a tenuous grip on her composure, and as soon as Vietnam is out of her line of sight she links her fingers to keep them from shaking and presses them over her eyes, taking deep, calming breaths. It's so much. Not just Vietnam, or her offer, or even the food.
Everything is so much. All the time.
In the Moon Cell, more often than not things were regulated. Even on the Far Side, there were rules, lines in the sand. There was always that ever present, rarely-spoken of specter of death, of otherness trailing after Hakuno. To be free of it—to be human—to be among people and places and events the Moon Cell knows nothing about, it's all—
It's so much. It's just so much.
...when Vietnam returns, Hakuno has regained control of herself, and is idly looking around the rest of the parlor with her normal, placid expression firmly back in place.]
no subject
[She has a tenuous grip on her composure, and as soon as Vietnam is out of her line of sight she links her fingers to keep them from shaking and presses them over her eyes, taking deep, calming breaths. It's so much. Not just Vietnam, or her offer, or even the food.
Everything is so much. All the time.
In the Moon Cell, more often than not things were regulated. Even on the Far Side, there were rules, lines in the sand. There was always that ever present, rarely-spoken of specter of death, of otherness trailing after Hakuno. To be free of it—to be human—to be among people and places and events the Moon Cell knows nothing about, it's all—
It's so much. It's just so much.
...when Vietnam returns, Hakuno has regained control of herself, and is idly looking around the rest of the parlor with her normal, placid expression firmly back in place.]
That smells great.