She diverts her gaze, just for a moment. Unsure of how to react in the face of their concern.]
I know, the Prism is dangerous. But... I wanted to try. We have so many questions and not enough answers, so... [... She shakes her head.] I won't do it again.
[Probably. Nogiku lifts her gaze again, frowning.]
Is it the dreamer that is dangerous? Or is the issue that I tried to contact them, when they're stuck in some kind of limbo?
[they continue to watch her, but it's hard to read, and shale does not stop to change their eyebrows to more worried ones. but they exhale when she says that.]
...Thank you. I get why you felt like you should.
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I'm not even sure who the "Dreamer" is, or if they're somebody at all, and not just some strange name you're seeing. But I get a bad feeling about it. It feels like you're poking into something that's...I just don't feel good about it.
...Before I came here, my home was a graveyard. I buried them, tended to them. It's a nice reminder. I was pretty fond of some of the old families we had resting in my care.
Maybe not here in the prism, but where I'm from, the world is old enough, and full of enough people that there aren't many patch of dirt out there that someone wasn't buried underneath, long ago. A person, an animal, but something that nourished the soil and make it fertile.
... Now that I think about it, it's likely not just your world. Over two thousand years is a very long time for no one to drop dead where you're standing.
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She diverts her gaze, just for a moment. Unsure of how to react in the face of their concern.]
I know, the Prism is dangerous. But... I wanted to try. We have so many questions and not enough answers, so... [... She shakes her head.] I won't do it again.
[Probably. Nogiku lifts her gaze again, frowning.]
Is it the dreamer that is dangerous? Or is the issue that I tried to contact them, when they're stuck in some kind of limbo?
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...Thank you. I get why you felt like you should.
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I'm not even sure who the "Dreamer" is, or if they're somebody at all, and not just some strange name you're seeing. But I get a bad feeling about it. It feels like you're poking into something that's...I just don't feel good about it.
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[they do seem relieved at this.]
Thank you for your trust in me.
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[A shrug! Shale has earned it.]
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Any decent person would be accommodating to strangers who were stranded in their home.
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[What if she just doesn't answer that? Nogiku looks up at the trees, blatantly changing the subject.]
... So... You said this place reminded you of your home?
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It does. The trees, the flowers. Nature. The graves, too.
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...Before I came here, my home was a graveyard. I buried them, tended to them. It's a nice reminder. I was pretty fond of some of the old families we had resting in my care.
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[are they?]
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Because you dig holes and fill them with dirt...?
[hello???]
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[he shakes his head.]
Maybe not here in the prism, but where I'm from, the world is old enough, and full of enough people that there aren't many patch of dirt out there that someone wasn't buried underneath, long ago. A person, an animal, but something that nourished the soil and make it fertile.
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[Shale, your DnD class...]
... Now that I think about it, it's likely not just your world. Over two thousand years is a very long time for no one to drop dead where you're standing.
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Yeah. Any garden you tend to, there's a part of it that used to be somebody else. It's nice.