[ Shuyi can sympathize with that sentiment; wanting to prove oneself unafraid, capable and independent when there was nothing farther than the truth. That pesky impostor syndrome. She has suffered from it all her life it seems.
So she, too, pretends she knows what should be done amid the unfolding chaos. Some are rushing to rescue the machines, others prioritizing survivors and too many only trying to keep busy with no idea of the best course of action. She can't claim to know either, but the man she finds herself standing nearby seems to wear his self-assurance like an old, worn coat. He seems easy to follow.
With a quick nod, she grasps at thin air as if it's sand, then pitches her hands in an arc, hurling white light toward the barrier that seems to agitate the electricity even more. Moments later, parts of the gate begins to disintegrate, atoms breaking apart and destroying its neighbors in an unstoppable chain reaction. She remembers to hold up a hand to stop him before he runs through the doorway she just created. ]
Not yet. It may kill you. [ Speaking of. ] Is it survivors you seek?
no subject
So she, too, pretends she knows what should be done amid the unfolding chaos. Some are rushing to rescue the machines, others prioritizing survivors and too many only trying to keep busy with no idea of the best course of action. She can't claim to know either, but the man she finds herself standing nearby seems to wear his self-assurance like an old, worn coat. He seems easy to follow.
With a quick nod, she grasps at thin air as if it's sand, then pitches her hands in an arc, hurling white light toward the barrier that seems to agitate the electricity even more. Moments later, parts of the gate begins to disintegrate, atoms breaking apart and destroying its neighbors in an unstoppable chain reaction. She remembers to hold up a hand to stop him before he runs through the doorway she just created. ]
Not yet. It may kill you. [ Speaking of. ] Is it survivors you seek?