[ There's a sense that OA can see into some great mystery that Cassandra only knows by from looking at through the corner of her eyes; something about truths and the way people tell them, but OA is clearly better with words than she is so Cassandra says nothing, starts to shrug and decides that is too flippant in the same moment. OA feels the loss of something and Cassandra can get that.
The fact that strangers can feel what she feels through something as simple as touch is both amazing and terrifying, so. Yeah. Cassandra gets that.
When OA turns to her again to measure Cassandra's interest in ramen with insects, Cassandra makes sure to give another smile. The food smells good, and Cassandra has no qualms about it. ]
I like ramen. [ They're noodles, and noodles in broth are the best. ] Insects don't scare me. [ Less involved than raising cows, she's sure. ]
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The fact that strangers can feel what she feels through something as simple as touch is both amazing and terrifying, so. Yeah. Cassandra gets that.
When OA turns to her again to measure Cassandra's interest in ramen with insects, Cassandra makes sure to give another smile. The food smells good, and Cassandra has no qualms about it. ]
I like ramen. [ They're noodles, and noodles in broth are the best. ] Insects don't scare me. [ Less involved than raising cows, she's sure. ]