Magna City Shining Congress – Side Halls

[Butterfree]

Oh. Jean started at Garnet's broad smile and tried to smile back, a little unnerved although she wasn't sure why. She was definitely not much like Mia, then.

She looked around. The steaming bricks looked brittle, and Garnet was building whatever she was building indoors. That didn't make a lot of sense. "Um... keep everyone safe from what?" she asked.

 

[canisaries]

The Decidueye hardly acknowledged Andre, not taking her eyes off her doppelganger as they grappled together. Motes of light and darkness floated around them both, shimmering, reflecting, making each look like the other as they passed through one's line of sight.

"I am not dead," she hissed, beak parting in a silent screech. "Yet I am dead – the part of me which is Miwacha has been bleeding for months and years. No. Nothing is alright."

Miwacha... That was Tawenna's tribe, to which she belonged. She had left them behind to join the Covenant, then?

It looked like Andre had read the situation correctly. A conflict between native heritage and a position in a settler organization. Andre just wished he actually knew more about this topic instead of just what he'd learned in history class and gleaned from online discourse.

"Has something put your tribe and the Covenant at odds?" he asked. Better to start simple.

The Aipom turned to look at Ben with heavy eyes, glazed over with a dark-silver sheen.

"Heyyyy, buddy. Huh. We don't know each other." There was a long pause, as the tail-hand reached out. Grasping. "We aren't buddies, I guess. Anyway, no, not really. I'm thinking about offing myself, actually."

There was a weird smile on Roscoe's face.

"Sorry about the shitty first impression. With any luck, it won't matter."

"Oh. Oh, goodness..." Ben mumbled to himself. He really hadn't ever met someone who wanted to... oh, goodness.

Ben cleared his throat. He'd heard it from somewhere that the most important thing in these situations was to listen. "Well, what makes you feel that way?"