Naomi looked at what Arlene held out, an eyebrow raising slightly in appreciation. She hadn't exactly doubted that it was real, she just...hadn't seen any proof. Enough people had testified that yes, there were people who could make weapons with some sort of magic that it was hard to discount it, and yet....
It was the rational mind. It continually rejected the bizarre and unexplainable or unknown. Even last night, after seeing monsters and zombies or whatever you wanted to call those things at night, Naomi's mind had tried to reject that creature as impossible. As a nightmare.
Because that was how the human mind worked. Most of them, anyway. Where she was from. The qualifiers kept adding up, the longer she was here. Even though she had mostly accepted all the strangeness in her conscious mind, that part of her mind she didn't control still tried to force everything into normalcy.
"Which one did you go to?" she asked, holding the pack of cigarettes out to her roommate.
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It was the rational mind. It continually rejected the bizarre and unexplainable or unknown. Even last night, after seeing monsters and zombies or whatever you wanted to call those things at night, Naomi's mind had tried to reject that creature as impossible. As a nightmare.
Because that was how the human mind worked. Most of them, anyway. Where she was from. The qualifiers kept adding up, the longer she was here. Even though she had mostly accepted all the strangeness in her conscious mind, that part of her mind she didn't control still tried to force everything into normalcy.
"Which one did you go to?" she asked, holding the pack of cigarettes out to her roommate.