[open] a fish out of water

[Rezza]

appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak.

She is unruffled by his response, though her smile grows a bit in amusement. It feels like a game, but then again, words were almost always a game. It’s the sort of game that Rezza finds to be particularly fun. ”It would, if I had any,” she says simply. She is no stranger to wounds. None of the Baltians are. She may not be a solider, but the attacks of the Great War found their way to her shores enough times that she has still been caught in battle, still done what she could to aid in the fight. She is not a stranger to pain, physical in this context though emotional as well. It’s a different sort of sting entirely than the one he meant when she surfaced on the Ruins, though she feels it all the same. ”Do they always hurt?” she asks instead of voicing the thoughts in her head, curious about his strange ailment. Was it a blessing or a curse? Or was it simply both? They are often just two sides of the same coin.

He introduces himself, and she tucks the name away, though she’s more interested in how restless he is. Should he not be used to the stillness of this land? Or were they all restless in the end, and she just happened to be lucky enough to live in a place that gave her an easy outlet for it? ”Shall we walk?” she offers, nodding her head in the direction of the shoreline that she had been strolling down before he arrived.

His next question though makes her laugh, something real and pleasant. She has not forgotten that, despite her many decades of death and destruction. No, on the contrary, these things have made life all the more precious. ”I have ears, they just don’t make themselves so readily known as yours. And to me, things sound the same on land or on sea, more or less anyway. I imagine for you that would not be the case though.” His questions are easy enough to answer, rather mindless in a way, but it builds trust all the same. Or breaks it, depending on how things go. Still, she is here for answers, so she would trade some in exchange.

REZZA

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