Kaz is good at balancing a lot of loose pieces, and it's not surprising that is applied even to his own people. As long as he respects this part of her, she could care less what his beliefs truly look like.
She nods a little in agreement with that, her eyes darting skyward when something seems to flash from that direction.
"I only spoke to her a few times," she can't stop the way her face shifts into something soft and reverent, "I know she's just a person, someone who... won the genetic lottery and was born blessed..." she shrugs a little, "but it doesn't mean that anything she did means any less. She'll always be a Sankta to me."
If anything, the whole experience only made her beliefs even stronger than they already were. That she truly was no different than anyone else? Just super lucky, or unlucky, depending on your view of things... It just means every Saint's story she's ever heard is at least a little bit real, a little bit true. Ideas, maybe embellished or played up for drama and retell-ability, but... something genuine. "If just another girl could do everything she did, what's stopping me?" It's the sort of thing that kept her held together in The Menagerie. It wasn't the end, there was so much more of her story left to be told.
She considers that and nods, it certainly sounds like the sort of thing that would happen in this world. "Of course... if it is a plant, you may not need direct contact with it to be affected." she tilts her head a little, "Could be airborne..." they'd seen that sort of thing before, hadn't they?
She tilts her head slightly, "Not prone to allergies in the warmer months, are you?" Pollen does a number on some people, and who knows what it could be like in a world so full of magic?
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She nods a little in agreement with that, her eyes darting skyward when something seems to flash from that direction.
"I only spoke to her a few times," she can't stop the way her face shifts into something soft and reverent, "I know she's just a person, someone who... won the genetic lottery and was born blessed..." she shrugs a little, "but it doesn't mean that anything she did means any less. She'll always be a Sankta to me."
If anything, the whole experience only made her beliefs even stronger than they already were. That she truly was no different than anyone else? Just super lucky, or unlucky, depending on your view of things... It just means every Saint's story she's ever heard is at least a little bit real, a little bit true. Ideas, maybe embellished or played up for drama and retell-ability, but... something genuine. "If just another girl could do everything she did, what's stopping me?" It's the sort of thing that kept her held together in The Menagerie. It wasn't the end, there was so much more of her story left to be told.
She considers that and nods, it certainly sounds like the sort of thing that would happen in this world. "Of course... if it is a plant, you may not need direct contact with it to be affected." she tilts her head a little, "Could be airborne..." they'd seen that sort of thing before, hadn't they?
She tilts her head slightly, "Not prone to allergies in the warmer months, are you?" Pollen does a number on some people, and who knows what it could be like in a world so full of magic?