[ Her mouth twists a little, but she nods. It's not that clear-cut, because the Singularity can't exactly think that way, and it's also so big that probably just being within the Horizon would do. But she knows it's happier when they're closest, at least with her. Maybe because she feels best when she's near. ]
Yeah. But don't think of it like a human wantin' somethin', like a trade or somethin'. It's not like that. It just wants... it wants to not be alone. It can feel us, all of us. Then suddenly it couldn't feel a bunch of us anymore, and it got -- it was angry. And hurt. And scared. So now, I think it just wants to... I don't know, feel secure, maybe? [ Her words have been coming slow. Trying to translate something that isn't really translatable. ] When y'all come back, it reaches for y'all. Like it's checkin' you're really here. It don't usually do that, ever. It usually only reaches for me and Rhy.
[ It's more than she's ever directly voiced to him. In part because it's just difficult to explain, and in part because she understands his wariness. He has more than enough reason for it. They all do. But they can't feel what she does, and she can't make them understand with just words.
Gingerly, she helps unwind the bandage, makes a soft noise through her teeth at the wound and sighs. ] Oh, baby... [ As tenderly as she can, she lays her palm flat over the broken skin. The glow she feels inside swallows up the unhappiness of seeing him hurt as it pulses through her. ] This was just from that evil Jello gettin' on you and that cult guy?
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Yeah. But don't think of it like a human wantin' somethin', like a trade or somethin'. It's not like that. It just wants... it wants to not be alone. It can feel us, all of us. Then suddenly it couldn't feel a bunch of us anymore, and it got -- it was angry. And hurt. And scared. So now, I think it just wants to... I don't know, feel secure, maybe? [ Her words have been coming slow. Trying to translate something that isn't really translatable. ] When y'all come back, it reaches for y'all. Like it's checkin' you're really here. It don't usually do that, ever. It usually only reaches for me and Rhy.
[ It's more than she's ever directly voiced to him. In part because it's just difficult to explain, and in part because she understands his wariness. He has more than enough reason for it. They all do. But they can't feel what she does, and she can't make them understand with just words.
Gingerly, she helps unwind the bandage, makes a soft noise through her teeth at the wound and sighs. ] Oh, baby... [ As tenderly as she can, she lays her palm flat over the broken skin. The glow she feels inside swallows up the unhappiness of seeing him hurt as it pulses through her. ] This was just from that evil Jello gettin' on you and that cult guy?