[a slight pause. Smoker may feel a touch against his back that could possibly be a hand, or maybe a brush of the wind for it's gone the next instant]
I'm sorry about Grell. You were very close to her.
[she resumes building her temple]
It seems captivity has a way of grinding people down. Why fight when nothing much seems to come of it? An unlocked door here, a captured bot there--and in the end we are still as subject to their whims as ever.
[she picks up a small, curious shell and analyzes it before setting it on her lap]
And what has Vergo done? [She knows of him and has heard rumors of him that are less than stellar but--then again it's been a long time since she's heard rumors of anything. The threads of truth are growing too dim for her to pick out]
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I'm sorry about Grell. You were very close to her.
[she resumes building her temple]
It seems captivity has a way of grinding people down. Why fight when nothing much seems to come of it? An unlocked door here, a captured bot there--and in the end we are still as subject to their whims as ever.
[she picks up a small, curious shell and analyzes it before setting it on her lap]
And what has Vergo done? [She knows of him and has heard rumors of him that are less than stellar but--then again it's been a long time since she's heard rumors of anything. The threads of truth are growing too dim for her to pick out]