[She blinks. Apparently whatever artist had crafted her had even thought to give her fully movable eyelids, although the rest of her face remains stiff and lifeless. Fortunately, she doesn't stare at Rose for long - her owners, along with her experiences, having taught her better than to maintain eye contact for too long.
She bows her head like a servant girl might, but continues to speak nonetheless.]
Ah, I am sorry, but I do not understand what is wrong. If they were made to feel this way, does that make their happiness any less real?
[Her voice isn't accusatory in any way; instead, it's soft and warm, with a sight accent to it. She speaks as if she's genuinely curious as to what Rose finds to be the problem.]
The Hunter's Dream is the world I arrived from - my home. It was... small, compared to this place. There was only one building, and humans were seen far less often than I can see here.
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[She blinks. Apparently whatever artist had crafted her had even thought to give her fully movable eyelids, although the rest of her face remains stiff and lifeless. Fortunately, she doesn't stare at Rose for long - her owners, along with her experiences, having taught her better than to maintain eye contact for too long.
She bows her head like a servant girl might, but continues to speak nonetheless.]
Ah, I am sorry, but I do not understand what is wrong. If they were made to feel this way, does that make their happiness any less real?
[Her voice isn't accusatory in any way; instead, it's soft and warm, with a sight accent to it. She speaks as if she's genuinely curious as to what Rose finds to be the problem.]
The Hunter's Dream is the world I arrived from - my home. It was... small, compared to this place. There was only one building, and humans were seen far less often than I can see here.