[Sakuma's not sure what he was expecting, but it sure wasn't that. He stares a long time at the image of Lapis holding her hastily drawn estimation of what Eurasia looks like in her world, and at the expression she wears. What is that? Indifference? Detachment? Does she care what that level of change could mean for life everywhere on Earth?
There is a part of Sakuma that is decidedly glad for this planet that gems like Lapis haven't settled here. And yet...he still has to know. To hear her side. Because, much as he feels the tug of caution, he also recognizes the fact that she didn't need to tell him any of this, and that a person who was looking to make friends or who had themselves participated in such devastation...wouldn't broadcast it. Not that he has any way to prove her innocence or guilt.
At least...not any way he's very familiar with yet.]
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There is a part of Sakuma that is decidedly glad for this planet that gems like Lapis haven't settled here. And yet...he still has to know. To hear her side. Because, much as he feels the tug of caution, he also recognizes the fact that she didn't need to tell him any of this, and that a person who was looking to make friends or who had themselves participated in such devastation...wouldn't broadcast it. Not that he has any way to prove her innocence or guilt.
At least...not any way he's very familiar with yet.]
Why?