[ Theon jumps at the sound of a voice. He’s skittish and jittery, too easily frightened these days. He recovers quickly enough, but there’s still mistrust in his eyes as he turns to face the newcomer, clutching his own photographs tightly in his hand. He doesn’t want to explain them. It will only take him to a darker place, and he doesn’t want to be there right now. ]
They exist. That’s strange enough.
[ He does, however, pretend to look more closely at Yoshiko’s photograph than he actually does. He isn’t interested. He just wants to leave this place and return to his room. Perhaps Maximus has managed to get rid of that horrible AI by this point. He sees enough to make a comment, though. ]
I’ve seen her.
[ He points to You in the photograph. Not all of the fingers of his glove bend, making for an awkward gesture. He doesn’t know You, but she was among the first wave of refugees, along with him. Her network posts haven't gone unnoticed over the last year. ]
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They exist. That’s strange enough.
[ He does, however, pretend to look more closely at Yoshiko’s photograph than he actually does. He isn’t interested. He just wants to leave this place and return to his room. Perhaps Maximus has managed to get rid of that horrible AI by this point. He sees enough to make a comment, though. ]
I’ve seen her.
[ He points to You in the photograph. Not all of the fingers of his glove bend, making for an awkward gesture. He doesn’t know You, but she was among the first wave of refugees, along with him. Her network posts haven't gone unnoticed over the last year. ]
She’s been awake for as long as I have.