She doesn't remember much, and what she does remember about loneliness feels particularly theoretical. But theoretical or not, loneliness strikes her as a thorny, difficult problem.
[As a reward for the straight-forward answers from both of them, the next question - the final question - comes promptly. "Who are you and how will you face this Quiet Apocalypse?" whispers the wind, and she stops dead. Shaw stops dead.]
I'm Sameen Shaw.
[She murmurs, and yes, that's right. She remembers her name. She remembers everything, now.]
[Shaw makes a nonverbal approximation of I don't know - MM-mm-MM - but says nothing more. She doesn't move. She just stands there, reorienting herself to the earth metaphorically shifting underneath her yet again.]
[Chloe nods and moves to follow. That’s what they do, isn't it?]
You wanna talk about it, or…?
[If something like this had happened to Chloe she’d probably rather die than talk about it, but not everyone’s Chloe, and she’d at least known Root a little.]
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She doesn't remember much, and what she does remember about loneliness feels particularly theoretical. But theoretical or not, loneliness strikes her as a thorny, difficult problem.
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I try not to think too long term. I think I was expecting to be dead by now.
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[And, honestly, dramatic wording aside - this question is easier for her to answer than some of the others.]
I embrace the silence.
[She says it wryly, the wording too flowery for her tastes.]
I'm fine with it. I'm used to it. I like it, a lot of the time.
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I'm Sameen Shaw.
[She murmurs, and yes, that's right. She remembers her name. She remembers everything, now.]
Root's gone.
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The girlfriend, right? The bullet. I -
[And that's when the memories return. It takes a moment to sift through the names to find the one that matters. Chloe Frazer.]
That sucks. What the hell just happened to us?
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This sucks, it’s like that cave thing. You remember that? I think town’s that way.
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[She says dully - turning to tromp away in the direction indicated, glancing back to see if Chloe is following.]
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You wanna talk about it, or…?
[If something like this had happened to Chloe she’d probably rather die than talk about it, but not everyone’s Chloe, and she’d at least known Root a little.]