[Wendy’s brows raise at his mention of “an actual threat” - like nothing in this mansion would be considered one? He truly is afraid of nothing. Or simply good at avoiding the more difficult conversations. Admirable.]
An actual threat? Like what? [She props herself up on an elbow, chin coming to rest in hand.] Be specific. [Is she kidding? Maybe. There are hints of a smile playing on her face. But really - she’s just curious. It’s her nature.]
Not sure how death works here outside of the trials. Really haven’t wanted to find out… I’m just going to assume it’s permanent? [Ignore the fact that her eyes are drooping a little while she talks. Maybe that’s why she decided to prop herself up. Less chance of falling asleep.]
People come and go. Sometimes they come back. Most of them don’t - at least the ones I know personally. It’s not exactly something I’ve wanted to collect data on. Would rather be safe.
[Here she leans in toward him, then whispers:] I’m a chicken shit. [She makes a face, her nose scrunching a little. But there’s also the softest snort of amusement. Bitterness? Take your pick.]
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An actual threat? Like what? [She props herself up on an elbow, chin coming to rest in hand.] Be specific. [Is she kidding? Maybe. There are hints of a smile playing on her face. But really - she’s just curious. It’s her nature.]
Not sure how death works here outside of the trials. Really haven’t wanted to find out… I’m just going to assume it’s permanent? [Ignore the fact that her eyes are drooping a little while she talks. Maybe that’s why she decided to prop herself up. Less chance of falling asleep.]
People come and go. Sometimes they come back. Most of them don’t - at least the ones I know personally. It’s not exactly something I’ve wanted to collect data on. Would rather be safe.
[Here she leans in toward him, then whispers:] I’m a chicken shit. [She makes a face, her nose scrunching a little. But there’s also the softest snort of amusement. Bitterness? Take your pick.]