I write sins, not tragedies
At first, the Natural is surprised by the description of a gun and was taking a moment to piece her thoughts together as Neos launches into his next thought… and the next. Every time she’s about to ask a question, he bounds on to the next thing, so there’s a long silence before Wessex speaks again.
“Has anyone ever told you you talk a lot?”
Shrugging, she realizes it could come off as rude and while she thinks that may not be the worst thing in the world, what she really means is “I didn't followed it all.” There were a lot of new words in there: double-barreled, lasergun, cyborg, DNA. He lost her early on and while she's smart, she never caught back up.
“First, what’s a cy-borg?” The face she makes as she asks the question is more like she’s tasted something… not great. “The word itself sounds terrible.” And she didn’t like feeling like a terrible word.
“Has anyone ever told you you talk a lot?”
Shrugging, she realizes it could come off as rude and while she thinks that may not be the worst thing in the world, what she really means is “I didn't followed it all.” There were a lot of new words in there: double-barreled, lasergun, cyborg, DNA. He lost her early on and while she's smart, she never caught back up.
“First, what’s a cy-borg?” The face she makes as she asks the question is more like she’s tasted something… not great. “The word itself sounds terrible.” And she didn’t like feeling like a terrible word.
WESSEX
