[ Her words serve as pressure on a deep wound. It is comfort. It is what she knows what to do. Not out of care, not out of loyalty, but mostly out of habit. And it is a slow start, to show how she is (how she isn't). That her sweet words are just a second nature. That there is nothing to suspect when she is sweet. In a way, it really is an automatic reaction.

But it is a trained one.

Ah, but there is something there. Bambi smiles. ]

I do not think the collective would want to see your work put to waste either. [ She steps closer. Barely. ] If nothing else, self-preservation is still in our soul.