corrinesbell | 108. Plain

You feel... disconnected, from yourself.

Yeah, kinda.

[And she does, in some ways. So going with that as a primary excuse is valid, right? ...It would feel wrong to tell Raine anything else, with how distracted she is right now.]

It must be difficult for you. Acknowledging... such a possibility. A reality that you can't even imagine yourself being a part of.

It just bothers me because it wasn't strange at the time. It was the way I'd always been.

Because it... was you. And it wasn't. It was as if our lives were... temporarily interrupted, without us actually being aware of it. Until now.

One of the things I kept thinking about was what if... I'm pretty sure it's not an experiment. That it wasn't one.

[and she does the thing with picking up the tea and putting it right back down again.]

So does that mean that there's something that is real about it?

From the start... I never believed that it was.

All the other stuff wasn't, but I've heard some people say that all this change in personality stuff was just to throw us off. I don't believe it.

I doubt we'll know for certain, unless Sir Catherine clarifies. But I have a feeling that it was the result of something far larger that has been going on for a while now.

Yeah.

...Is there any tea left?

Hm?

Yes, of course. [She starts to move so she can get the kettle.]

[Oh good. If she turns her back Sheena has half a minute to make a face and rub her temples.]

[She only turns her back for a moment, bringing the pot back to the table to pour more of the tea.]

[Ninja are ninja even at hiding pain.]

Thanks. What kind is this, anyway?

Hm? It's black tea, with just a hint of orange.

[It's relaxing, is what it is. Several times now she's almost said the other thing she wanted to tell Raine. ...Ask her about. But she can't quite bring herself to unload on someone so obviously taxed already.]

It's good.

I'm glad you think so. It seems to be one of the few things I can make without difficulty.

[She will sit back with her fresh cup and actually attempt to study Sheena properly this time. Trying to focus on the other woman instead of her distractions. It seemed better to do.]

You got the hang of some other stuff.

[If she'd just stick to the recipe she'd probably be a three-star chef instead of two.]

Your sandwiches got to be pretty good by the time we got the worlds back together.

[The only strange thing of note will be the long gloves. It's hot, they look out of place.]

I suppose there's that, at least. [The gloves aren't too strange. After all, she usually has her own pair on hand, and Albert of course wears his constantly.

But on Sheena, it does seem a little odd. Hm.]

[Sheena tends toward gloves too, but not the ones that go all the way up to almost her shoulders. In summer she sticks to hand-sized ones, just long enough to hide the exsphere, out of habit.]

I'm kinda surprised you never wanted to add new things to tea.

I have, on occasion, but... I've found that simpler does work best in this instance.

Yeah. Too much stuff in your tea just makes you not want to drink it.

[But she has yet to actually take another drink of it.]

[She's noticed that. So she's just frowning a little, trying to figure out what the problem is.]

...So, uh...h-how much do you know about...what happens to people after they get hit by lightning?

[The few she's known that survived it were...well. They were her grandpa.]

I ...

[There really is no way to suppress that chill that runs through her.] It... would depend of course, on the factors. The severity of the ... strike, if the body could even ...

[Enough of these distractions.] You're talking about your injury, aren't you? I knew you couldn't have recovered that fast.

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