[She had to give Paprika that. It would take time, but it was possible... And for a Spartan, adaptation was important. Perhaps this could be taken as another mission. Another challenge. It was the way she had been ingrained into seeing things. But now she could perhaps use that for this place.
A lot of people here had adapted. Ralph got to adapt to having a normal life, and lived happily to the end. So could she.
Daisy smiles to her.]
Thank you, Paprika.
[She cannot hug her. Dream or not, Spartans are not adapted to physical contact. Though a part of her wonders how much of that would change.]
...Sorry I am a trouble patient.
[One with an amount of issues as high as her kill count.]
Dream
A lot of people here had adapted. Ralph got to adapt to having a normal life, and lived happily to the end. So could she.
Daisy smiles to her.]
Thank you, Paprika.
[She cannot hug her. Dream or not, Spartans are not adapted to physical contact. Though a part of her wonders how much of that would change.]
...Sorry I am a trouble patient.
[One with an amount of issues as high as her kill count.]