[It is a rather personal question. If she was being entirely honest, she expected him to deflect (it's what she would do) and that answer doesn't quite fit that narrative she'd painted.
She studies him intently for a moment. She can feel the thrum of electric current along his nervous systems, a sort of symphony only she can hear. The whole world around her is loud with it - less so out in nature than in the town - and she almost misses the way the walls would sing with the current of energy trapped behind cheap gyprock and stucco.
The heartbeat is electric. Not as many people know that as they should.]
Sage advice for any age.
[Her tone is gentle. She can recognize the concession there, and oddly enough she appreciates it.]
You never know. This place is strange enough, you might get your chance.
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She studies him intently for a moment. She can feel the thrum of electric current along his nervous systems, a sort of symphony only she can hear. The whole world around her is loud with it - less so out in nature than in the town - and she almost misses the way the walls would sing with the current of energy trapped behind cheap gyprock and stucco.
The heartbeat is electric. Not as many people know that as they should.]
Sage advice for any age.
[Her tone is gentle. She can recognize the concession there, and oddly enough she appreciates it.]
You never know. This place is strange enough, you might get your chance.