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Irianna blinks. I don't think he gets the concept of what it means for a woman to be uncomfortable around men. Wait a second. What did he mean by...?

She shifts her weight a little, considering Sage's response. "I don't think you would hurt me or tease me or anything. That's not what makes me uncomfortable. It's, ah..." Then she makes a swift change of subject, not feeling she can take on that particular field right away. "What do you mean when you say someone is locked away? Sounds to me like your emotions have inner personas. Or do you mean you simply lost the use of an emotion when your memories were sealed away?""

Okay then! Apparently his anatomy isn't the only thing that's weird. Even his mind works in strange ways.

"Um, Sage, I think our minds work in as differing ways as our bodies. For someone to have separate entities in their mind is considered a very serious mental disease in this world: It's called schizophrenia, or something like that. There's also something called multiple personality disorder." She narrows her eyes in concentration. After a few moments, she says, "However, seeing as you come from a different plane of existence, the way my mind works might seem to be just as strange to you. For me, things like anger and fear are nothing but feelings. They can't be locked up in one's mind. People can be hypnotized or block off emotions in their mind, but not in the sense that you're thinking of. Erm, is this making any sense? This kind of thing is hard for me to explain."

Seph emerged from the Ho Dojo, tugging on a red jacket. He yawned and pushed the glasses up on the bridge of his nose. He pocketed his hands as the bookcase behind him slammed back to the floor, sealing the Ho Dojo. He slipped into the kitchen wordlessly.

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"Oh, so the emotions exist in your mind as personas to help supress your memories? That makes more sense." Irianna sighs and readjusts her grip on the things in her arms. She takes the moment to think again. Makes me curious as to why someone would go to such lengths to supress his memory. I'm sure it was no easy task to rearrange someone's thought processes. Not sure how that's even possible. I can only imagine that Sage has something horrible that needs to be locked away. But what could this nice of a person have been involved in to deserve that? Or maybe he wasn't always so nice...

She looks back up and says, "Anyway, my mind works just fine without separate parts of it, and I'm sure your mind would work just as well that way. Sure, I'm really shy, but I've always been of the belief that that part of my personality is what helps make me who I am. Gets on my nerves sometimes, but doesn't bother me."

"Yeah, I did hear something slam. Odd." Iri looks down at her things and says, "I'm not really hungry, but I can stay with you and talk for a while. First I need to take this stuff to my room. I'll be right back."

Seph glanced around the kitchen, an eyebrow raised. He half-sneered and took a deep breath. It felt good to get out of that hell-hole. He rolled his shoulders some, opening a window. He let the chilly air filter through the screen and onto his face.

Sage mutters a bit, then speaks up, " just go and sit and wait...this will be ready soon...since your not eating, I'm letting inspiration work with creativity to make the food here...trust me...when they make things, it can be quite....interesting."

As he speaks, his hands continue to work, swishing spices and herbs, and strange blends of ground plant together. After a few minutes, he finishes. The product is a bowl of what would look like salad...if it weren't for the large amount of powders coating every lettuce leaf. A tyedie of colors on each leaf.