Are you afraid of them? Anise tilted her head, somewhat surprised at the question. "Well, yeah..." Didn't he believe her? Anise was laying the cuteness on pretty thick, too... "I mean, that thing with the gas yesterday was pretty scary, right?" Maybe that didn't mean she was always scared of them, but being scared sometimes was still technically being scared.
When the man started cleaning a table, Anise took the other side of the same table, keeping herself within talking distance. Her eyes widened when he guessed that she had been taken for special counseling, and after a moment, she nodded and lowered her head, looking down at the surface she was scrubbing.
So was his pin for something similar? Anise had to think about it a little, but she did kind of remember the experiments having a name with those letters in it... That was something people usually didn't like to talk about, though, so she didn't bring it up. She didn't have much of a chance to, anyway, because the stranger was quick to ask another question.
A sword and a shield...
At first, Anise hadn't thought much about it, since a sword and a shield tended to be a universal symbol for any kind of combat, or even a weapon shop or something. But with the way this guy worded his question, she realized it could have a more literal meaning.
The sword and the shield in the basement!
Those two artifacts that Sync had dragged her along to find. For a moment, Anise's breathing stopped, and her scrubbing came to a pause too. The things she experienced down there were sure to haunt her for a long time... but she couldn't talk about them. If she couldn't warn people about the worst part of the basement, it was best not to share any information at all. Looking up from the table, Anise tilted her head once again and hummed, as if she was still trying to remember.
"No, I don't think so. It's probably symbolic or something." It was a lie, but there were some times when lying really was the best thing for everyone. At least, Anise believed so.
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When the man started cleaning a table, Anise took the other side of the same table, keeping herself within talking distance. Her eyes widened when he guessed that she had been taken for special counseling, and after a moment, she nodded and lowered her head, looking down at the surface she was scrubbing.
So was his pin for something similar? Anise had to think about it a little, but she did kind of remember the experiments having a name with those letters in it... That was something people usually didn't like to talk about, though, so she didn't bring it up. She didn't have much of a chance to, anyway, because the stranger was quick to ask another question.
A sword and a shield...
At first, Anise hadn't thought much about it, since a sword and a shield tended to be a universal symbol for any kind of combat, or even a weapon shop or something. But with the way this guy worded his question, she realized it could have a more literal meaning.
The sword and the shield in the basement!
Those two artifacts that Sync had dragged her along to find. For a moment, Anise's breathing stopped, and her scrubbing came to a pause too. The things she experienced down there were sure to haunt her for a long time... but she couldn't talk about them. If she couldn't warn people about the worst part of the basement, it was best not to share any information at all. Looking up from the table, Anise tilted her head once again and hummed, as if she was still trying to remember.
"No, I don't think so. It's probably symbolic or something." It was a lie, but there were some times when lying really was the best thing for everyone. At least, Anise believed so.