[Some sarcastic little worm of a thought says that they're all looking for the place they're meant to be, he isn't special. He's just a dumbass adult. Then he reminds her yet again that he's a much better person than she is because he actually stops to help people, instead of doing it her way where she sometimes did things for the vague concept of a person, shrugged, and hoped for the best without actually giving too much hope at all. He probably wasn't silently snarking away at someone he just met, either. Another point on the board for Mr. Teo Nolastname. Ryder tries to summon interest enough to ask for the letter -- Wow! Something to read! You fucking love that shit! -- before giving up on that. It would just be meant as a distraction away from his question, anyway.]
South. Um, going.
[She frowns, her eyebrows following suit, while she debates leaking more of her thoughts through. It's...hard to not want to talk, even if talking to a person is as unimaginable as it had been in life. Or -- whatever it was. She's still alive. Supposedly. The point is that almost everyone else is not (or at least it feels that way), and speaking had become a hell of a lot easier because of it. Ryder was too used to talking to herself, these days... She tries to erase his presence from her mind, which is extra difficult with her trying to give a better answer to the question he had asked.]
Mm... Mom. Might -- I-I dunno.
[Maybe it's genetic. Maybe she would still be alive, too. Maybe...she could even smile, still? Ryder's eyes sting.]
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South. Um, going.
[She frowns, her eyebrows following suit, while she debates leaking more of her thoughts through. It's...hard to not want to talk, even if talking to a person is as unimaginable as it had been in life. Or -- whatever it was. She's still alive. Supposedly. The point is that almost everyone else is not (or at least it feels that way), and speaking had become a hell of a lot easier because of it. Ryder was too used to talking to herself, these days... She tries to erase his presence from her mind, which is extra difficult with her trying to give a better answer to the question he had asked.]
Mm... Mom. Might -- I-I dunno.
[Maybe it's genetic. Maybe she would still be alive, too. Maybe...she could even smile, still? Ryder's eyes sting.]