[ Sabine's voice is soft and soothing, for first time since she arrived, questionably blended between spoken aloud and spoken from her thoughts. She didn't appear from nowhere but approached quietly and cautiously—more for the girl's sake than her own. Sabine knows all too well of human mind's with the doors torn off—the scent of something broken because if could be, not because it should be—tumbling into everything else.
She isn't. Impossible. Isn't Shouldn't Be, But Is.
But Sabine's mouth tucks in at the corners.
Concerned and sympathetic. (It reminds her of the cloned boy in the cave, except this time, the cave was dug inside the girl.) Sabine's voice is more her first step than the steps she doesn't yet take too close to the girl. Letting her choose their pace, place, and where exactly this conversation is taking place. ]
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[ Sabine's voice is soft and soothing, for first time since she arrived, questionably blended between spoken aloud and spoken from her thoughts. She didn't appear from nowhere but approached quietly and cautiously—more for the girl's sake than her own. Sabine knows all too well of human mind's with the doors torn off—the scent of something broken because if could be, not because it should be—tumbling into everything else.
She isn't. Impossible.
Isn't Shouldn't Be, But Is.
But Sabine's mouth tucks in at the corners.
Concerned and sympathetic. (It reminds her of the cloned boy in the cave, except this time, the cave was dug inside the girl.) Sabine's voice is more her first step than the steps she doesn't yet take too close to the girl. Letting her choose their pace, place, and where exactly this conversation is taking place. ]