quote:
A silken thread binds life to life
From the tireless hands of the Weaver
But when the Weaver's kin goes bare
Bloody hands cannot mend what's torn
And life to life be bound no longer.
Silently appraising the newcomer for a moment,
Susan also listened to the Tallus' words. Contrasted to
Rocket, for her, the gist of it dovetailed with her personal philosophies. She looked at the Tallus, adorning one slender, tanned arm, in a somewhat different way than she previously had.
Usual for her, her concerns (and she had
plenty) were glossed with flippancy:
"Hey, don't be so bummed out, Twig Daddy. Remember what the dormouse said? Feed your head! We'll get through this, even if we skin the hell out of our knees. Do your people eat brownies? I'll bake you a whole plate full, if we get time."
Sue's eyes were on the newcomer, awaiting to hear his answer to
Gwen's questions. She winced in considering his injuries - like those some guys came home from Nam with - that had necessitated replacing body parts. The only other cyborg she'd met was a
real psycho called
Deathlok. This one looked more alive than dead, at least.
She wanted to hear his answer
first. And
then she'd ask the Tallus for confirmation, so the group could be certain they weren't being shitted...
"If anything sounds fishy, I'll go ask Tallus," she assured the others.
"I think he'll know."
-Credit to the Jefferson Airplane for a few bits.
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