K0mori
Servant Supreme
After the obligatory pause due to the translator's work, Vixaya replied in monotone. "[I've never been able to blend in. I haven't needed to. It was never important that I be a part of things that weren't related to the war on Spirra.]" With a slow, meticulous turn, her newly mint-colored eyes lifted themselves to meet Lauren's. Her expression, as best as the human could tell by looking through the round lenses of her mask, was an unhappy one. Nonetheless, she kept talking. "[But if I wanted to, the others accepted me the way I was. The galaxy didn't matter to us; it was just us few in our place and our moment. Now there are choices... too many of them.]"
Vixaya stared off into space for a moment, and Lauren wondered if she held any curiosity whatsoever. But finally, the kanad spoke again. "[Aren't you afraid to be seen? You should be quiet.]"
The last words weren't meant as an insult, Lauren quickly realized. Vixaya had meant it as an earnest suggestion for the mission ahead, as if she expected her to arrive at Shadespear a drunken mess, the way she had done at the mech hangar earlier on.
Vixaya stared off into space for a moment, and Lauren wondered if she held any curiosity whatsoever. But finally, the kanad spoke again. "[Aren't you afraid to be seen? You should be quiet.]"
The last words weren't meant as an insult, Lauren quickly realized. Vixaya had meant it as an earnest suggestion for the mission ahead, as if she expected her to arrive at Shadespear a drunken mess, the way she had done at the mech hangar earlier on.