10-19-2013, 01:40 PM
Sid's brows come together briefly when her name is mentioned. Her gaze slants sideways, toward Shoshannah, and Lena as she speaks. Day by day Sid becomes a little more open in a way, a little more, well, sociable, at least with the people she likes, the ones she cares about and who claim to care about her. But for years she's avoided close contact with others, she's avoided attention at all costs. It's been so long it's become a sort of instinct, albeit a learned one. It's a tough thing to overcome.
Her hand shifts in Shoshannah's, not becoming tighter, not really loosening, but adjusting. Finding comfort in that cold grip, as the warmth of hers flows ever into the deathly Dreamspeaker's fingers.
"Ah, I. I don't really know." Avoiding contact meant avoiding learning. She never had a mentor, someone to tell her stories and teach her the ropes. Even now she studies on her own, holed away down in the library or locked away practicing in her basement bedroom. "I just knew to...stay away. But, they could have done a lot worse, before. With Leah? They had those cameras. They knew about us, they had to, but." She shakes her head and, frowning, continues. "People aren't all good. So, maybe. Maybe they're not all bad."
She looks up then, eyes on Jim, and her bottom lip disappears between her teeth a moment as she looks at him, standing there in a sweater and sweatpants, whiskey in hand. That movie tried to make her think he was dead. It tried to plant a seed of fear to grow a plant from her nightmares to open that portal.
"This thing needs to be gotten rid of, whatever it takes," she says, her quiet voice hardening. "If you think it's safe, and you think it'll help, do it."
Her hand shifts in Shoshannah's, not becoming tighter, not really loosening, but adjusting. Finding comfort in that cold grip, as the warmth of hers flows ever into the deathly Dreamspeaker's fingers.
"Ah, I. I don't really know." Avoiding contact meant avoiding learning. She never had a mentor, someone to tell her stories and teach her the ropes. Even now she studies on her own, holed away down in the library or locked away practicing in her basement bedroom. "I just knew to...stay away. But, they could have done a lot worse, before. With Leah? They had those cameras. They knew about us, they had to, but." She shakes her head and, frowning, continues. "People aren't all good. So, maybe. Maybe they're not all bad."
She looks up then, eyes on Jim, and her bottom lip disappears between her teeth a moment as she looks at him, standing there in a sweater and sweatpants, whiskey in hand. That movie tried to make her think he was dead. It tried to plant a seed of fear to grow a plant from her nightmares to open that portal.
"This thing needs to be gotten rid of, whatever it takes," she says, her quiet voice hardening. "If you think it's safe, and you think it'll help, do it."