[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/qFC355N.png?2[/img][/center][hr][hr][right][sub][color=1a7b30][b]Location:[/b] A Record Store @ The Ruined City[/color]     [color=A9A9A9]//[/color]     [color=007236][b]Date:[/b] February 23, 2057[/color]     [color=A9A9A9]//[/color]     [color=00746b][b]Time:[/b] 16:55[/color]     [color=A9A9A9]//[/color]     [color=0076a3][b]Interactions:[/b] Erik [@FunnyGuy][/color][/sub][/right][hr][hr]
With a start, Lysandra twisted. She immediately knew what Erik was talking about by his tone alone. Events had forced her to compartmentalize and push her earlier disquiet somewhere else, but now it trickled back in. Her fingers kept working, retensioning the spool on a cassette, but her eyes were all his... for a moment. Ever flighty, they flicked towards the outside, where Akaia had disappeared from view with Cerise, and flicked back. She nodded tightly, her shoulders flexing towards him. [color=7FFFD4][b]"Yeah,"[/b][/color] she replied simply, [color=7FFFD4][b]"you do."[/b][/color] Finished with the cassette, she placed it gently on her lap and set hands to wheels, turning partway to face him but not all of the way. [color=7FFFD4][b]"But I understand in retrospect why that may not have been the appropriate time to address it."[/b][/color] She shrugged, taking a moment to lock her brakes. [color=7FFFD4][b]"So, sorry. I'll own my panic."[/b][/color] She swallowed and glanced down at her lap idly. [color=7FFFD4][b]"You know me well enough to know I'm not half as collected as I seem."[/b][/color] Her eyes came back his way. [color=7FFFD4][b]"Just like I gather you [i]also [/i]know it never should've happened in the first place."[/b][/color] She shook her head, releasing a small breath, and her voice was earnest. [color=7FFFD4][b]"I've been with you for more than two years and I don't think I've ever given any sign that I'm not committed and trustworthy. If our goal is to actually [i]fix[/i] this sad sack world, then I need [i]all [/i]of the information, not just what you and the other longtimers think is 'need to know'. Not to sound like an ego case - "[/b][/color] Lys knew that she [i]did[/i], sometimes. [color=7FFFD4][b]" - but [i]I'm[/i] the expert on these matters. I need the opportunity to sift through [i]all[/i] the information because [i]I[/i] know what's going to be useful better than anyone else."[/b][/color]

Unbidden and unwelcome, an intense spike of self-doubt stabbed at her insides and she wrapped an arm around herself. Sometimes she wondered: was she [i]really [/i]any good? Was she [i]actually [/i]useful? Was she the expert that she thought she was or was it all make-work like some kind of Truman Show? Did people just humour her and tell her what they thought she wanted to hear so that the poor human girl in the wheelchair would have a sense of purpose? Lysandra pushed the irrational thoughts down, however, not giving voice to such paranoia. [color=7FFFD4][b]"I've said my piece. It's cool."[/b][/color] She shrugged. [color=7FFFD4][b]"Now spill the goods."[/b][/color] She managed an expectant smile, not totally devoid of warmth by any means.
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