[Maelle goes to sit, scooting over so that there's space for Verso, as if her tiny frame takes up any considerable amount of space. She shouldn't be surprised that he's resistant to anything resembling hope or joy--he always expects the worse. Understandable, but the worst has already happened. She's tired.]
But--[He continues on, and she frowns at him.] What's the purpose? Is it just another thing we'll never understand?
[Just like the Paintress, the Gommage. She's so tired.]
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But--[He continues on, and she frowns at him.] What's the purpose? Is it just another thing we'll never understand?
[Just like the Paintress, the Gommage. She's so tired.]