[Now that she's settled on the slab, she seems to try and take stock of herself, somewhat, thin hands patting absently over her legs, her bony chest, pausing at the crimson shard of crystal embedded in the hollow of her throat that was wet and coated with the sludge that had leaked from around where it embedded in her skin. Before the Kenoma had sunk in and restored her powers (more importantly, restored the mindset of a Contractor), she had not cared who saw her in this state, and who saw the location of that shard in the hollow of her throat. But now... As she thinks, she pulls up the fabric of her plain robe absently to wipe at it.]
I can't say I ever thought about... being a god...
[As different as Contractors could be from humans, the gap in power almost god-like depending on the power... There was a difference between that and "being" a god. For one thing, she'd been sure such things did not exist. Now, waking up in this place... She's had to reconsider things.]
But if the other option is dying...
[She doesn't clarify whether she means herself, intermittently, or the loss of herself along with her entire world. Though it might be too late to pass an act on this man, who the Regressor she'd been had begged for death and warned about things she did not appreciate being public knowledge now... She would salvage what she could. Looking up at him, her eyes somewhat duller than they'd been when he first met them,]
... I'm sorry. For how I acted earlier. You were right, I was scared... but I'll try. To handle my powers.
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[Now that she's settled on the slab, she seems to try and take stock of herself, somewhat, thin hands patting absently over her legs, her bony chest, pausing at the crimson shard of crystal embedded in the hollow of her throat that was wet and coated with the sludge that had leaked from around where it embedded in her skin. Before the Kenoma had sunk in and restored her powers (more importantly, restored the mindset of a Contractor), she had not cared who saw her in this state, and who saw the location of that shard in the hollow of her throat. But now... As she thinks, she pulls up the fabric of her plain robe absently to wipe at it.]
I can't say I ever thought about... being a god...
[As different as Contractors could be from humans, the gap in power almost god-like depending on the power... There was a difference between that and "being" a god. For one thing, she'd been sure such things did not exist. Now, waking up in this place... She's had to reconsider things.]
But if the other option is dying...
[She doesn't clarify whether she means herself, intermittently, or the loss of herself along with her entire world. Though it might be too late to pass an act on this man, who the Regressor she'd been had begged for death and warned about things she did not appreciate being public knowledge now... She would salvage what she could. Looking up at him, her eyes somewhat duller than they'd been when he first met them,]
... I'm sorry. For how I acted earlier. You were right, I was scared... but I'll try. To handle my powers.