[ The Singularity lingers at the edge of her conscious while she continues the conversation, like a dog who's been gently moved so their owner can stand up, balefully looking after her. But it's hard to split her attention equally when one party is actually in her mind, so Julie has to prioritize Rhy for the moment.
The lies flow from her mouth with even more ease than the truth. She doesn't know Rhy well enough to have any qualms about lying. She just needs it to all make sense, come off believably. Enough so to explain her presence, but not encouraging enough that he might get overly interested and start hanging around. She can't have anyone hanging around. ]
Mm, probably 'bout the same. At least so far. It was just a theory, but then again, I don't really know what I'm talkin' 'bout when it comes to this stuff. My world didn't even have magic.
[ Again, the Singularity prods at her; she can feel its attention on her. On them. There's a sliver of interest in Rhy, one that it has not expressed toward anyone else so far, but she can't dig into that while she's still formulating her thoughts, planning the conversation so she can manipulate the outcome.
I only met him once before, she internally chides. He can't know. If I ask him anything, he'll know. Call him yourself when I ain't here.
The response feels like a petulant huff, and she can sense the connection waning somewhat, which always happens when the Singularity... loses interest? Goes to sleep? She's not sure what it does when it isn't speaking to her. But it will come back to her. She's no longer afraid that it won't. She knows it will. ]
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The lies flow from her mouth with even more ease than the truth. She doesn't know Rhy well enough to have any qualms about lying. She just needs it to all make sense, come off believably. Enough so to explain her presence, but not encouraging enough that he might get overly interested and start hanging around. She can't have anyone hanging around. ]
Mm, probably 'bout the same. At least so far. It was just a theory, but then again, I don't really know what I'm talkin' 'bout when it comes to this stuff. My world didn't even have magic.
[ Again, the Singularity prods at her; she can feel its attention on her. On them. There's a sliver of interest in Rhy, one that it has not expressed toward anyone else so far, but she can't dig into that while she's still formulating her thoughts, planning the conversation so she can manipulate the outcome.
I only met him once before, she internally chides. He can't know. If I ask him anything, he'll know. Call him yourself when I ain't here.
The response feels like a petulant huff, and she can sense the connection waning somewhat, which always happens when the Singularity... loses interest? Goes to sleep? She's not sure what it does when it isn't speaking to her. But it will come back to her. She's no longer afraid that it won't. She knows it will. ]