"I guess that makes sense," Alfheim mumbled. Zia's translation didn't make sense, and from this sounded downright played down and inaccurate.
But Zia worked off of numbers, theories, experiments. She had never been one for faith and hadn't even gasped the concept of a 'soul' until it was shown to her in crystallized starseed form.
Alfheim's thought process wasn't quite the same. He could believe in corruption of a mind and heart, and of evil forces and darkness on that level of existence.
"Oh," He stopped and laughed nervously at the rumor bit. Suddenly he got the feeling he'd accidentally tattled or something. "Well. That'd be my sister. But I don't think she meant it, I think she was just being a flippant b***h." He shrugged a bit. "She's not exactly a fount of information, if you know what I mean. Man, I think she cracked when she went off to college. Too much pressure or something," Or best explanation he could think of since he'd pretty much blocked out the briefest moment he saw her as a cat. An informational cat. He had heard mysterious rumors she was helpful sometimes but expected to go to his grave without ever witnessing such phenomenon.
"But, so, anyway," He cleared his throat. "Negaverser, hand, chest, bad. Gotcha. I'm guessing that's the creeptastic feeling they get off when you get too close."
But Zia worked off of numbers, theories, experiments. She had never been one for faith and hadn't even gasped the concept of a 'soul' until it was shown to her in crystallized starseed form.
Alfheim's thought process wasn't quite the same. He could believe in corruption of a mind and heart, and of evil forces and darkness on that level of existence.
"Oh," He stopped and laughed nervously at the rumor bit. Suddenly he got the feeling he'd accidentally tattled or something. "Well. That'd be my sister. But I don't think she meant it, I think she was just being a flippant b***h." He shrugged a bit. "She's not exactly a fount of information, if you know what I mean. Man, I think she cracked when she went off to college. Too much pressure or something," Or best explanation he could think of since he'd pretty much blocked out the briefest moment he saw her as a cat. An informational cat. He had heard mysterious rumors she was helpful sometimes but expected to go to his grave without ever witnessing such phenomenon.
"But, so, anyway," He cleared his throat. "Negaverser, hand, chest, bad. Gotcha. I'm guessing that's the creeptastic feeling they get off when you get too close."
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