[ She takes note of that. She has no context for a world where hunting monsters is an actual concern, but she has friends now that she knows would be seen and treated as monsters were their true natures ever exposed. Gil and Bugsy without their masks would terrify most people, even Coda would raise some brows. Caring about, bring protective of, people that not only seem to see themselves as monsters sometimes but would be seen that way by others has given her a certain perspective, for sure.
She also notes that he doesn't realise CT's an abbreviation, because it's not actually the first time. Mono, the tiny ten year old from a nightmare world, who she sort of adopted alongside the Changelings back in Svelte always said her name like he was hearing it as a word, not letters, because he couldn't read. (God, she hopes he's alright back there... she didn't mean to leave him alone...) ]
Well, from what I've heard after the fact, we eventually won. Unfortunately, they still wiped out billions of people, so...
[ She didn't live long enough to see that victory, far as she can tell she died a couple years before the war ended and treaties were signed. It brings to mind a flash of grief, of a family lost that she never got to see one last time, but she can't, won't, dwell. ]
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[ She takes note of that. She has no context for a world where hunting monsters is an actual concern, but she has friends now that she knows would be seen and treated as monsters were their true natures ever exposed. Gil and Bugsy without their masks would terrify most people, even Coda would raise some brows. Caring about, bring protective of, people that not only seem to see themselves as monsters sometimes but would be seen that way by others has given her a certain perspective, for sure.
She also notes that he doesn't realise CT's an abbreviation, because it's not actually the first time. Mono, the tiny ten year old from a nightmare world, who she sort of adopted alongside the Changelings back in Svelte always said her name like he was hearing it as a word, not letters, because he couldn't read. (God, she hopes he's alright back there... she didn't mean to leave him alone...) ]
Well, from what I've heard after the fact, we eventually won. Unfortunately, they still wiped out billions of people, so...
[ She didn't live long enough to see that victory, far as she can tell she died a couple years before the war ended and treaties were signed. It brings to mind a flash of grief, of a family lost that she never got to see one last time, but she can't, won't, dwell. ]
Let's call it a mixed result?