[ She knew the Chant. Knows only bits and pieces, now. Commander Cullen used to try and help her remember, but she hasn't seen him in ages, assumes he's left her just like everyone else.
This man she remembers from another time, a conversation. ... Or, so she thinks. Maybe not; they all blend together, people who won't look her in the eyes, who are either revolted or sympathetic or both.
Robyn's Mirror doesn't want company, but she seems to scoot a little closer nonetheless, staring. ]
You don't seem frightened. [ She remarks of the perhaps-stranger. ]
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This man she remembers from another time, a conversation. ... Or, so she thinks. Maybe not; they all blend together, people who won't look her in the eyes, who are either revolted or sympathetic or both.
Robyn's Mirror doesn't want company, but she seems to scoot a little closer nonetheless, staring. ]
You don't seem frightened. [ She remarks of the perhaps-stranger. ]