[ the Administrator, huh. It would probably behoove them to look into that, too. It's obviously suspicious. But Cinnabar has never been the type. If there are answers, they're sure someone better-suited to being the hero will be the one to find them. ]
Waiting for the moon. It's still early. [ the sun's still setting, and there are still people milling around. case in point: there's one in front of them. They continue on in a neutral tone. ] ... You aren't the only one who can't sleep.
[ not sympathy, just a frank answer. true, their sleep schedule is backwards, but they're also nervous being here. They've gotten good at ignoring it, but it's insidious, creeping into their thoughts when they're still - the fear of being alone, stranded here, not knowing anything at all. After so many years, Cinnabar had liked to pretend they were numb to the strain of isolation; little did they know that they'd end up here and feel the sting of it more strongly than ever. ]
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Waiting for the moon. It's still early. [ the sun's still setting, and there are still people milling around. case in point: there's one in front of them. They continue on in a neutral tone. ] ... You aren't the only one who can't sleep.
[ not sympathy, just a frank answer. true, their sleep schedule is backwards, but they're also nervous being here. They've gotten good at ignoring it, but it's insidious, creeping into their thoughts when they're still - the fear of being alone, stranded here, not knowing anything at all. After so many years, Cinnabar had liked to pretend they were numb to the strain of isolation; little did they know that they'd end up here and feel the sting of it more strongly than ever. ]