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[voreaciously]

Who: 80H and anyone
When: Day 50, afternoon
Where: Lounge; Garden Car

[80H is still mostly dead, but feeling has returned to her a little. Not enough, however.

She can be found in the garden car tending to what's there mechanically (pardon the pun), but she wanders the train and asks anyone she comes across:]

I ask you, what is the point of this mission?

[Her voice is normally very polite. It isn't now. It isn't rude either, it simply is not...anything at all. Just words in the air.]

Comments

[bowtiedbones]

I'm worried about you, and this is something easy and positive.

[voreaciously]

Why worry? That is a waste of energy.

[bowtiedbones]

Because worrying can lead to fixing what's causing the worry.

[voreaciously]

There's nothing worth worrying about.

[bowtiedbones]

I disagree.

[voreaciously]

Why? Not that it matters ultimately, I suppose.

[bowtiedbones]

You're worth worrying about. That's all.

[voreaciously]

[sounds

well not fake, but ehhhhh]

Do as you will.

[can't even be bothered to argue her own worthlessness properly]

[bowtiedbones]

I always do.

[voreaciously]

So it seems.

[very willful, this one.]

[bowtiedbones]

Mhm.

[these nails are going to look GREAT]

[voreaciously]

[she keeps her hands steady and open but seems to stare into space.

hard to tell, she's wearing her blindfold.

but she will be dead inside with nails that are out of this world]