Welcome to Gaia! ::

:::Cora doesn't even react. She sits. Looking blankly at him. Breathing:::

:::She doesn't move anymore than she needs to than just to breath.

when suddenly one of the books fall. And she jerks away, visibly upset. Cora looks at the spot where the book fell, and moves more quickly than she had for anything else in many hours, to reach for it. She puts it back in the exact same spot it had been in. She stands there, looking at it, almost relieved, that it was back in its place:::

:::When she's fully satisfied with its place, floating timelesly again, Cora moves back to her seat. Now, looking at Luke as though he hadn't just yelled at her, as though hadn't talked about a damned thing.

She realized that she wanted to know more about the artifcat... but... what was the point of it all? It wouldn't help her get away. Maybe it would stop the Seraphim, but so what? What if he found another way? What was the point, even if she could save the Brink. She'd be there forever. And after she was done fighting for it, then what? Everyone else would go about their way, doing whatever they like, and she'd be nothing...

As though all of this only existed on the inside, as though she were having a conversation with her mind, and her body was just a bystander, listening it, it began to break down. Tears began to stream from her eyes, and her mouth twitched into a grimmace, her breathing was jerked as though she couldn't decided whether to start crying entirely or not:::

:::For a few moments, as he sidled nearer to her, the crying became smoother, more natural... She began to wipe away tears, not sure what to say or do.

Then as she looked at him, as if she were about say something. Her breathing changed again. She slowed down, and the shudders of sobs stopped. Her hand lowered back down to the table. Looking straight at him, a left-over tear fell down her straight face:::

I've been getting very upset, lately. :::She said, plainly:::

:::She let him slide his arms around her, and after a moment she returned the hug. It took her a moment to realize that she probably wasn't acting like herself... she was vaguely aware that she wasn't acting like she usually did, except that this was the most normalized she felt in a long time:::

I drugged myself.

:::She finally said, as penance:::

:::She answered him plainly:::

The reported levels of serotonin in my brain chemistry had dropped to an unnaturally low level and the result was a decreased functionality in a number of my other nuerological processes. I've induced myself to block transmissions, but the dosage is starting to wear off.

I injected myself with a hyper modified form of lithium carbonate, diolamotrigine.

:::She looked down at her belt, and began to remove the gun and some vials, to show him in case he wanted to see:::

:::She didn't react much:::

I just told you. :::She wondered why he was getting upset though. She corrected him anyhow:::

It's hypermodified and cross-generated with diolamotrigine.

:::She blinks once:::

It's useful.