[in cassandra's mind's-ear, there's a funny little flutter of thought through janus' mind at that. they had some training at some point, psychic shields, resistance, but their guard isn't up now it's as clear as music when they take pause at her words.] I don't usually think that way, [janus answers, after a moment. looking at things while they're alive. they guess that she doesn't mean, to better learn their habits, that she might plan her move when it is time to hunt.]
They're nice.
[it seems like something arel would believe, except that he'd have more poetry and passion to it. or maybe he'd just be sad, thinking of the mother and her offspring. life and family tend to bring up a lot of shit for hunters. janus watches them for a moment longer.] Are they as nice as the animals in your world?
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They're nice.
[it seems like something arel would believe, except that he'd have more poetry and passion to it. or maybe he'd just be sad, thinking of the mother and her offspring. life and family tend to bring up a lot of shit for hunters. janus watches them for a moment longer.] Are they as nice as the animals in your world?