"They really aren't," Flora agreed with a nod. It was a fact that she knew very well herself, one that had been both a curse and a blessing on a few occasions.
"I had a run-in with one yesterday, myself. Its welcoming skills could have used some work." Flora grimaced. She's fought monsters for years, has even done it without her powers, but this environment was incredibly different and she didn't have any of her friends here that she'd seen. This was a different game altogether, and she'd have to play it smarter.
Flora drew a quick breath and raised her hand to close to her mouth in shock. She didn't even have time to reply before Lingormr went on, saying something that struck a chord with her. Her face fell into the deepest sympathy, voice softening. "I'm so sorry, that must have been awful for you." Flora hadn't been controlled like that before, but she'd been on the receiving end when Bloom had. There hadn't been anything to forgive her for, of course, it wasn't her fault at all. Flora could have only imagined what she went through, but she saw plainly how much being robbed of control of her own mind and made to attack her best friends tore at her at the time.
A fresh wave of concern, then anger rose inside her. This place posed as a hospital, a place of care and healing, but all it did was hurt everyone inside with one horror after another. Maybe she could do something about it, though."This sickness, it's not fatal is it? What are the symptoms?"
Flora took a hold of her cup, but didn't drink from it. "I've seen it happen a lot, myself. I wish it didn't, but it does. Sometimes, people just don't understand how their actions can and do hurt others and just need to shown that, somehow." Flora smiled gently, and her faith in other people was the light in it. It felt moments later, and her eyes hardened slightly. "But some do. And in my experience, those people who enjoy it and don't regret their actions always get their dues in the end." Her voice rang with her certainty. It was as much something she believed in as it was a reminder of what she needed to do when she left this place.
"You mentioned that you could think of several potential methods for revival...what are they?" That kind of magic capable of that was almost non-existent. And they'd lost what they had, but maybe....
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"I had a run-in with one yesterday, myself. Its welcoming skills could have used some work." Flora grimaced. She's fought monsters for years, has even done it without her powers, but this environment was incredibly different and she didn't have any of her friends here that she'd seen. This was a different game altogether, and she'd have to play it smarter.
Flora drew a quick breath and raised her hand to close to her mouth in shock. She didn't even have time to reply before Lingormr went on, saying something that struck a chord with her. Her face fell into the deepest sympathy, voice softening. "I'm so sorry, that must have been awful for you." Flora hadn't been controlled like that before, but she'd been on the receiving end when Bloom had. There hadn't been anything to forgive her for, of course, it wasn't her fault at all. Flora could have only imagined what she went through, but she saw plainly how much being robbed of control of her own mind and made to attack her best friends tore at her at the time.
A fresh wave of concern, then anger rose inside her. This place posed as a hospital, a place of care and healing, but all it did was hurt everyone inside with one horror after another. Maybe she could do something about it, though."This sickness, it's not fatal is it? What are the symptoms?"
Flora took a hold of her cup, but didn't drink from it. "I've seen it happen a lot, myself. I wish it didn't, but it does. Sometimes, people just don't understand how their actions can and do hurt others and just need to shown that, somehow." Flora smiled gently, and her faith in other people was the light in it. It felt moments later, and her eyes hardened slightly. "But some do. And in my experience, those people who enjoy it and don't regret their actions always get their dues in the end." Her voice rang with her certainty. It was as much something she believed in as it was a reminder of what she needed to do when she left this place.
"You mentioned that you could think of several potential methods for revival...what are they?" That kind of magic capable of that was almost non-existent. And they'd lost what they had, but maybe....