"...get home." Saturday laughs, because it isn't funny. "Like I said, I'd already been magically transported from my own world - "
She rubs at a particular engraving on her arm, though Guts likely can't make it out from where he is. "You see, there were these bug spirit - they're not really bugs, but they mostly look like them. They were creating like, zombies - living bodies with their minds gone - in order to posses them, wear them like a skinsuit, yeah? And me and my friends went to fight them."
A swallow.
"It, uh. It didn't go too good. We were gonna blow the hive with us inside, you know, no other option - and then. Someone decided to change our fate. The queen of the hive and her consort escaped, but we got dragged with them. And now we can't go home until either they're dead or we are."
She shrugs.
"Been a real shitty three months, let me tell you. At least three months as I experienced it - every world we're in it seems like time runs differently. Up to, uh," quick count on her fingers, "four, counting this one."
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She rubs at a particular engraving on her arm, though Guts likely can't make it out from where he is. "You see, there were these bug spirit - they're not really bugs, but they mostly look like them. They were creating like, zombies - living bodies with their minds gone - in order to posses them, wear them like a skinsuit, yeah? And me and my friends went to fight them."
A swallow.
"It, uh. It didn't go too good. We were gonna blow the hive with us inside, you know, no other option - and then. Someone decided to change our fate. The queen of the hive and her consort escaped, but we got dragged with them. And now we can't go home until either they're dead or we are."
She shrugs.
"Been a real shitty three months, let me tell you. At least three months as I experienced it - every world we're in it seems like time runs differently. Up to, uh," quick count on her fingers, "four, counting this one."