[ There's a tension in the air almost, and it isn't from the atmosphere, the strange green glowing fireflies flitting about. It's nearly imperceptible, but she can feel it all the same. Enough that she maintains a small distance, glancing over at him curiously. ]
Not too much. [ a beat. ] It feels kind of rude, you know?
[ To see the memories of others, of course. Not just his.
Though that seems equally rude, given his penchant for secrecy. ]
no subject
Not too much. [ a beat. ] It feels kind of rude, you know?
[ To see the memories of others, of course. Not just his.
Though that seems equally rude, given his penchant for secrecy. ]
They're everywhere.