What a question to ask. Ange briefly considered laying out the full story in detail, but the vague, mysterious route seemed more desirable. She could keep certain parts under wraps while allowing Jonah to digest the implications. Then, neither would have to feel strange about the situation--any more than they were right now, that is.
She drummed her fingers, mulling on exactly where to start. "I wonder," she started quietly. "My family attracts gossip and legends as a rule, but that isn't it. People can never fully adjust to the idea of fantasy crossing into reality; we're too stubborn to accept anything but truth. Except--" There was a sharp cutoff, and for a moment, a tired expression crept into her features. Only to disappear in the next. "There's something about loss that breaks that barrier down."
For others to take advantage of. So maybe it made sense. Maybe Jonah's viewpoint made perfect logical sense. "You might be right, then. If you blur the line between fact and fiction in a high-stress environment, you're more likely to accept the dissonance. You would want to take in whatever was thrown at you." Like how they were all insane.
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She drummed her fingers, mulling on exactly where to start. "I wonder," she started quietly. "My family attracts gossip and legends as a rule, but that isn't it. People can never fully adjust to the idea of fantasy crossing into reality; we're too stubborn to accept anything but truth. Except--" There was a sharp cutoff, and for a moment, a tired expression crept into her features. Only to disappear in the next. "There's something about loss that breaks that barrier down."
For others to take advantage of. So maybe it made sense. Maybe Jonah's viewpoint made perfect logical sense. "You might be right, then. If you blur the line between fact and fiction in a high-stress environment, you're more likely to accept the dissonance. You would want to take in whatever was thrown at you." Like how they were all insane.