[ That voice. Without even need to think about it Kanaya whips around, to face the voice from behind, all too familiar as it is. It's a voice that makes her bloodpump squeeze uncomfortably in her chest, belonging to a person who shouldn't be here at all, or anywhere really, outside of a Dream Bubble. Because this is darkest timeline kanaya, and things just had no right being this easy or nice. Hell, she herself was dead, and she's pretty sure she didn't use her wish on bringing herself back, but its all fuzzy to her exactly what her wish was..
But none of that matters now, because this is Rose, or some flavor of Rose that still needs to be sussed out with a little conversing. Which she will get right to. Just as soon as she figures out how to speak again, her squawk gaper appropriately agape in surprise. ]
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But none of that matters now, because this is Rose, or some flavor of Rose that still needs to be sussed out with a little conversing. Which she will get right to. Just as soon as she figures out how to speak again, her squawk gaper appropriately agape in surprise. ]