She shrugs. "Everything's communal at this level. Your roommates are just out trying to look normal."
She pockets her device, and folds her arms to let the drill dangle at her elbow. But she doesn't move, and spends more time looking at the pieces of tech Elliott went to town on than watching him. He'd done a precise job, where most people simply went for as much destruction as they could.
He reminds her of a couple of the other Specials. Already paranoid, extremely sullen; she wonders if this was a mistake. Maybe he would do better completely off the grid.
"Your memories are real. Don't listen to that glitch crap."
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She shrugs. "Everything's communal at this level. Your roommates are just out trying to look normal."
She pockets her device, and folds her arms to let the drill dangle at her elbow. But she doesn't move, and spends more time looking at the pieces of tech Elliott went to town on than watching him. He'd done a precise job, where most people simply went for as much destruction as they could.
He reminds her of a couple of the other Specials. Already paranoid, extremely sullen; she wonders if this was a mistake. Maybe he would do better completely off the grid.
"Your memories are real. Don't listen to that glitch crap."