['Quiet' isn't a word that applies to The Cat, but Sypha finds comfort in the background hum of people all packed into relatively close living quarters. She's always had a hard time sleeping without someone else's snores on the other side of the wall. The music and laughter filtering up through the wooden slats unkink tension knots in her shoulders as she folds herself to the floor across from Alucard. Her room, as she'd said earlier, is only twice as wide as the bed itself, and much of that floorspace is taken up by a small desk and a little chest of drawers. The pull-handles bump against the knobs of her spine.]
This void, is it...hm, how to put this...does it take from you? Is that where everything it strips away goes, do you think?
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This void, is it...hm, how to put this...does it take from you? Is that where everything it strips away goes, do you think?