<Different pitch. It's—>
-Thinks on her words, thankful that the conversation is private thanks tot he language barrier-
<Steph is transgender. She never made mention of it to me, but I put some pieces together. I've known turians like her, but I imagine humans face different challenges.>
I will never understand human art.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?If I write a poem - and read it out loud - some kind of thing related to it happens. Like... getting blue eyes, or learning space alien language, or something.
-Maeva-
-Stella looks-
-very surprised for a moment-
-looks down, thinking-
Jesus... what a trip.
-looks back up-
Okay, voice... and that's all?
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI<... Wait. Steph never had to write her abilities as a poem... or read it out.>
-Realises that Hal was onto something, to her consternation-
There's a lot of limits.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?<Ugh, how did I not—?>
<You just wrote it down, as long as it was about yourself it would become true. A simple sentence.>
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?<Yes, it is. And it's also connected somehow. It's a clue. So much about you is different, just the memories misplaced. Yet, you don't remember anything that would be incongruent with your current name and body. You were surprised to learn Steph was assigned male at birth. You have never heard the name Stephanie Karloman before. Things about you have been changed. Maybe just cognitive dissonance, not acknowledging memories that don't make sense.>
<Or maybe, this is more proof that someone has very deliberately done this to you.>
<Hal, get in here!>
Ah shit, maybe later.
-He gets up and goes over to Maeva, once he hands it off to Audrey-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?What's going on?
<Stella... if there's anything else you have to add to this, you need to tell us. This will be the last, friendly time I ask.>
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

I dunno. I think it's my dads. I just remember it being amazingly bad.
Like the fun kind of bad.
edited 29th Jan '17 4:47:28 PM by Lilqueendaisy
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