She was silent as she witnessed and listened to the man, and was, once again, reminded of the humanity present in this place that she often ignored. It was not as easy, for those who had not become accustomed to such things, to continuously take in new information at such shocking degrees like this. Feeling slightly contrite, she mentally backtracked, expression softening. "Alec Doyle was the man who started this institute with Landel. He went rogue and began helping patients instead with his knowledge and abilities. Landel eventually killed him. Lydia--" She gestured at the note. "Is supposedly what you see there."
She wanted the explanation simple and out of the way, so she could formulate her response to the rest. It seemed more important, the fact he'd asked about, the one that she nearly breezed over when she read it the first time. "I can't say," she said slowly. "It's possible that the planet being attacked is true or a lie, and putting stock in something you can't wholly prove would be faulty. It doesn't necessarily affect us at the moment, so it's not something I would spend much time thinking on." That was her view, but it was not entirely what he had asked. The Digimon sighed, eyes clouded with thought.
There were probably ways to go about this better than what she was intending. "It's not uncommon," she said outright, tone, if not apologetic, then at least clear. She would offer that respect. "People come from different worlds. Different universes. Dimensions. Realities. And in many of them, there is an external force, natural or unnatural, that's threatening the world, the people there, or their way of life. Something that seems fantasy to some is quite real to others. They struggle and fight to defend and protect what is precious."
Her tone was obvious, and she didn't try to hide it. The personal note in those words was allowed. "My world," she said slowly. "Was like that. The two conjoined worlds that I come from were under threat in which I fought against constantly." She watched Byrne, bright eyes clear. "So yes, it might be why we are here. But it's an exceedingly simple reason for a complex scenario. I don't believe that is all there is."
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She wanted the explanation simple and out of the way, so she could formulate her response to the rest. It seemed more important, the fact he'd asked about, the one that she nearly breezed over when she read it the first time. "I can't say," she said slowly. "It's possible that the planet being attacked is true or a lie, and putting stock in something you can't wholly prove would be faulty. It doesn't necessarily affect us at the moment, so it's not something I would spend much time thinking on." That was her view, but it was not entirely what he had asked. The Digimon sighed, eyes clouded with thought.
There were probably ways to go about this better than what she was intending. "It's not uncommon," she said outright, tone, if not apologetic, then at least clear. She would offer that respect. "People come from different worlds. Different universes. Dimensions. Realities. And in many of them, there is an external force, natural or unnatural, that's threatening the world, the people there, or their way of life. Something that seems fantasy to some is quite real to others. They struggle and fight to defend and protect what is precious."
Her tone was obvious, and she didn't try to hide it. The personal note in those words was allowed. "My world," she said slowly. "Was like that. The two conjoined worlds that I come from were under threat in which I fought against constantly." She watched Byrne, bright eyes clear. "So yes, it might be why we are here. But it's an exceedingly simple reason for a complex scenario. I don't believe that is all there is."