[She is quiet for a moment, the smile faltering. It was hard to be diabolical and boastful and superior and evil, when the person you're arguing with isn't as much of a hard-headed zealot about things like the last person you acted such towards.]
Its never done.
[The swirls in the air, like a Van Gogh, quietly dance away from the two, dissipating into the air, like waves into the sea.
Instead, she takes a breath through her nostrils.]
This place...isn't like any Earth. The curses exist, but they aren't like ours. Simpler. Less burdensome. And the monsters...those that aren't misguided or stubborn are simply mindless animals, in the end.
[Filling, but hardly pleasurable to partake in. Like hospital soup.]
no subject
Its never done.
[The swirls in the air, like a Van Gogh, quietly dance away from the two, dissipating into the air, like waves into the sea.
Instead, she takes a breath through her nostrils.]
This place...isn't like any Earth. The curses exist, but they aren't like ours. Simpler. Less burdensome. And the monsters...those that aren't misguided or stubborn are simply mindless animals, in the end.
[Filling, but hardly pleasurable to partake in. Like hospital soup.]