[Its almost as if she didn't hear him for a few moments, until he mentions not thinking about things. No, it was never like that. Sure, she couldn't actively be aware of her will under the Lich King's thrall, but she remembered. She remembered him, the clawing hunger, the thrill of service -- all of it. None of it felt wrong until she was made free. And even when that had happened, she had no memory to draw upon...just that whatever she had been doing was slavery, and that it had taken everything from her.
Everything but her name.
She is brought out of her train of thought by his comment, pausing just to look down at herself, and at the ugly reproduction of her rune circuit on human arms and hands.]
...thank you.
[The reply comes out distracted. Its hard to say she prefers her natural form. Even as a human, she looks no better or worse. Under that pale (but slightly peach) hand, there is something dead, boney, and black.
no subject
Everything but her name.
She is brought out of her train of thought by his comment, pausing just to look down at herself, and at the ugly reproduction of her rune circuit on human arms and hands.]
...thank you.
[The reply comes out distracted. Its hard to say she prefers her natural form. Even as a human, she looks no better or worse. Under that pale (but slightly peach) hand, there is something dead, boney, and black.
Down goes the rest of that drink.]