CHOICE WORDS ARE BUT ONE ROUTE, mizi is certain. wherever their captors were, nestled away within their little cubby, they were safe from the consequence of each and every act inflicted upon those on this island. cowardice was only natural to humans, a thing that dictates what one can or cannot do unless persevered through the fear of what might come. and yet, those above tot themselves as if they were playing god, bequeathing a new home for them, only with a price that many might not wish to cough up willingly.
there was no choice in the matter, merely a force of acceptance, if one were to at all.
her mind races thinking on what she might do if they were to ever show their smug, masked faces, knowing all too well how she reacted toward luka in the past. ❝ Yeah. A lot of these places, they look like they share that in common, ❞ she assesses, the way she sits straightening as hands move to rest in her lap. ❝ ... you must hear a lot pass through your bar, huh? ❞ she voices this thought aloud, curious as to how so many people might find comfort in speaking of something so deep to someone they had only just met. nor could mizi trully judge them, the exact same having transpired just moments prior, even if it was due to their related captivity.
❝ I don't think any of my friends have had pets before. At least not until here. Ivan, he's got a dog... ❞ an alien dog, more specifically, no reasoning in her mind to distinguish such a thing, as normal as it is for her, quite yet. ❝ My guardian probably would have let me have one if I threw enough of a fit. But most other human pets didn't have chances like that. ❞
