[A shame, but oh well. She'll have to culture Atem sometime one of these days.
[For now, she pauses at his question, mulling over the many ways people viewed her. How not everyone was as thrilled to see her as others.]
More often than not, our encounters with the dead were too fleeting to matter, but they rarely saw us as people, let alone ones who were once living just as they were. Some even grew obsessed, building sects of cults based around their knowledge of our kind and how to become one of us. As if that were even possible for most of them. [She speaks of this group with great bitterness, disgusted by their beliefs and practices throughout the centuries. It had done the reapers more harm than good.
[But then, she becomes more somber.] Elizabeth, however... She was very much the way I used to be -- she saw things that others could not. She saw me long before it was her time to die. Ill-advised as it was, I decided to visit her often. I watched her grow into a kind young woman who saw me not as a passing figure in her life, but rather I had become a part of it.
Those short years were, in a way, an eye-opening experience.
[Times like these, Ravine both laments and is grateful to the fact that she is not able to cry in her current state. She doesn't feel that she has the strength for those tears.]
private.
[For now, she pauses at his question, mulling over the many ways people viewed her. How not everyone was as thrilled to see her as others.]
More often than not, our encounters with the dead were too fleeting to matter, but they rarely saw us as people, let alone ones who were once living just as they were. Some even grew obsessed, building sects of cults based around their knowledge of our kind and how to become one of us. As if that were even possible for most of them. [She speaks of this group with great bitterness, disgusted by their beliefs and practices throughout the centuries. It had done the reapers more harm than good.
[But then, she becomes more somber.] Elizabeth, however... She was very much the way I used to be -- she saw things that others could not. She saw me long before it was her time to die. Ill-advised as it was, I decided to visit her often. I watched her grow into a kind young woman who saw me not as a passing figure in her life, but rather I had become a part of it.
Those short years were, in a way, an eye-opening experience.
[Times like these, Ravine both laments and is grateful to the fact that she is not able to cry in her current state. She doesn't feel that she has the strength for those tears.]