Of course she's paying attention to her surroundings as much as she can, it comes with the territory of everything in her life. Years of dealing with people, being part of a gang, even more so with the prison and people after her throat. People after her throat for daring to exist. It's either stay on guard or be one second too late in protecting yourself.
The voices, though, none of it really means anything to her. She'd purposely avoided the talk of gods, finding the whole thing a bunch of nonsense, but why wouldn't she after everything that had happened in the past? You could essentially become a god if you wanted to, if you had enough power to do so, it had sounded like utter bullshit to her.
Though it seemed this time she was... wrong? Wrong. She could admit to it. But, for the time begin, she's focusing on their situation, continuing to move and pulling Emporio with her if she has to. The weather is primarily ignored as it's just stronger versions of what she's used to. Constricting humidity and then sun beating down on the back of your neck? Sounded like a typical Florida summer to her, nothing that she cares to investigate further. But they need to get out, need to find some way to get out of this mess.
How far have they gone? Have they gone anywhere at all? She doesn't know, it's all become a weird blur, but there's gotta be something.
"I wouldn't worry about what some supposed god is fucking around with right now, doubt it's anything good." She has no idea what's going on anymore. Until they're losing their footing as they fall and she's about to make sure that more string can be used until Weather's grabbing them and she somewhat relaxes for the time being. The string won't break, they won't be separated. That's... that's the important part at the moment.
Shit, this is getting to a point where nothing makes sense and she's not entirely sure what can be done about it. She won't give up, that's the last thing she would ever consider, but it's sure starting to feel like a losing battle. "Who the fuck is scared?" Her voice is probably a little sharper than it needs to be, a little higher pitched than normal. She can feel the dread of some kind of realization starting to creep into the pit of her stomach.
"If you got any ideas, might as well say 'em. Because I'm runnin' out of 'em."
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The voices, though, none of it really means anything to her. She'd purposely avoided the talk of gods, finding the whole thing a bunch of nonsense, but why wouldn't she after everything that had happened in the past? You could essentially become a god if you wanted to, if you had enough power to do so, it had sounded like utter bullshit to her.
Though it seemed this time she was... wrong? Wrong. She could admit to it. But, for the time begin, she's focusing on their situation, continuing to move and pulling Emporio with her if she has to. The weather is primarily ignored as it's just stronger versions of what she's used to. Constricting humidity and then sun beating down on the back of your neck? Sounded like a typical Florida summer to her, nothing that she cares to investigate further. But they need to get out, need to find some way to get out of this mess.
How far have they gone? Have they gone anywhere at all? She doesn't know, it's all become a weird blur, but there's gotta be something.
"I wouldn't worry about what some supposed god is fucking around with right now, doubt it's anything good." She has no idea what's going on anymore. Until they're losing their footing as they fall and she's about to make sure that more string can be used until Weather's grabbing them and she somewhat relaxes for the time being. The string won't break, they won't be separated. That's... that's the important part at the moment.
Shit, this is getting to a point where nothing makes sense and she's not entirely sure what can be done about it. She won't give up, that's the last thing she would ever consider, but it's sure starting to feel like a losing battle. "Who the fuck is scared?" Her voice is probably a little sharper than it needs to be, a little higher pitched than normal. She can feel the dread of some kind of realization starting to creep into the pit of her stomach.
"If you got any ideas, might as well say 'em. Because I'm runnin' out of 'em."