( there now sits a sinking feeling in the very pits of her stomach. names she has never heard of, a weave of knots so complex that even the fatestitcher herself might've marveled at it. she doesn't really know where this is going or how she fits into all of this, but chances are: it's not a fairy tale of happy endings.
the talk of a machine does make her think about her sweet FCG and the dutiful FRIDA, not that they remember much despite all symptoms of something deeply wrong. is it better for them not to know? would it be a mercy to the machine she speaks of to forget? FCG seems to think otherwise, spending their time now to piece together what's been lost to time and rust.
then she asks if she's following her so far, and she nods a little numbly in response. there are questions, of course there are, but she might clarify in what she might offer up next so she'll hold her tongue for now. )
Yeah - yeah, I'm listening.
( even if she feels like she shouldn't. but she did ask, and to cut the tale there would not be any better. )
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the talk of a machine does make her think about her sweet FCG and the dutiful FRIDA, not that they remember much despite all symptoms of something deeply wrong. is it better for them not to know? would it be a mercy to the machine she speaks of to forget? FCG seems to think otherwise, spending their time now to piece together what's been lost to time and rust.
then she asks if she's following her so far, and she nods a little numbly in response. there are questions, of course there are, but she might clarify in what she might offer up next so she'll hold her tongue for now. )
Yeah - yeah, I'm listening.
( even if she feels like she shouldn't. but she did ask, and to cut the tale there would not be any better. )