[The woman approaches 2B with a pallid fascination, head cocked to one side as she comes closer on tiny bare feet. The mangled body beside them falls still, evidently abandoned by whatever malign force the Saint of Woe exerts.]
Of course it appealed. No thalergy, no thanergy...inert, insensible.
[She tilts her head the other way, a peculiar seriousness overtaking her expression.]
no subject
[The woman approaches 2B with a pallid fascination, head cocked to one side as she comes closer on tiny bare feet. The mangled body beside them falls still, evidently abandoned by whatever malign force the Saint of Woe exerts.]
Of course it appealed. No thalergy, no thanergy...inert, insensible.
[She tilts her head the other way, a peculiar seriousness overtaking her expression.]
But you talk. Do you think? Or is it all mimicry?