Voice; OTA

[pyrodulia]

[There's what is not quite a millennial pause, between the grumpearl being activated and Agnes's voice. Maybe a sigh, but a very soft one.]

Does anyone else feel like this world is changing them? Beyond the physical, I mean. Beyond the instincts of one's species settling in. That...being removed from circumstances before is affecting who they can be, now. Opening paths that didn't exist, before.

Just...wondering, that's all.

[There's a wistfulness that carries, in tone of voice or of transmission.]

Comments

[pyrodulia]

I think...

[Agnes hesitates, nervous about putting these words out into the air, in public.]

I think I have hope. About the future. And my place in it.

[notyourbloodymessiah]

Me too.

[ in a weird way, she still got what she wanted. she's free and she's on the surface, and she isn't burdened by a body more powerful than she can cope with. ]

It's nice. To find meaning.

[pyrodulia]

...meaning? What do you mean by that, then?

[notyourbloodymessiah]

I'd never been in control of my own life; not before coming here. [ she pauses, unsure how to put it. ] There's meaning to living my life on my own terms. Even if the circumstances haven't been ideal.

[pyrodulia]

I think I see what you mean. Something I've experienced too, before here. In the end, it's good, and that's what matters, hm?

[notyourbloodymessiah]

Exactly! You have your patrols and I have... whatever I'm doing. [ she's doing a bit of everything really. ]

[pyrodulia]

That's almost ominously vague.

[notyourbloodymessiah]

Can't fault a girl for not having worked it out yet, right?

[pyrodulia]

No, I suppose we can't. But do let me know when you do.

[notyourbloodymessiah]

Hehe, you can count on it.