[ Her words almost make her laugh. Not the same way as her. No, she supposes she is right - but not in the way she thinks. Instead of laughing though, her amusement is merely reflected in a demure smile as she walks near but not next to Helix. ]
Many of our-- [ She pauses. She dislikes the word, so has to be careful with it so as not to let it spill out that she dislikes it. ] --siblings are capable. I trust we will do fine.
[ But she could not be bothered to care for their deaths, should they happen. A clouded sentiment, pushed down by distracting thoughts so not to come out. ]
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Many of our-- [ She pauses. She dislikes the word, so has to be careful with it so as not to let it spill out that she dislikes it. ] --siblings are capable. I trust we will do fine.
[ But she could not be bothered to care for their deaths, should they happen. A clouded sentiment, pushed down by distracting thoughts so not to come out. ]