IT'S A LITTLE STRANGE, REALLY, how the other woman accepts what she says rather than simply push back as she's had others do time and again when such things are brought up. words spoken of how it was simply how things were here and that, over time, one grew to endure it even though it hurts. to some degree, she understands it all too well, the way she often put 一 puts 一 on an oblivious facade to avoid everything she sees that she dislikes, some pristine mask to fool everyone without discrimination. so to hear someone entertain it, it comes as a subtle shock.
maybe it was a validating feeling, and yet, she feels a sense of guilt over it. ❝ It isn't so different from what I'm used to with the Segyein. Being treated like pets, like dolls, and even property, ❞ she admits after a few moments of thought. having it all lain out like that only made things all the more clearer, even if she had already been drawing those self-same conclusions.
❝ But at least with them, we could still do something about it. There was still a rebellion for the humans who managed to get away despite it never fixing anything. ❞ one that only brought about meaningless deaths in the name of nobility and justice, yet it was better than sitting around on your hands, simply waiting for anything at all. ❝ Here... you can't even talk to the ones doing this all to us. And you're right. Though we're granted 'freedom' by these people, there's always a catch to it. In the end, people here still probably feel alone. ❞
