> There Once Was A Time. I Could Not Fathom Even Thinking. Of Seeing Such.
[ The AI stares at them for such a long time as if they had never seen them before. ]
> . . . Yes. [[ beautiful? ]]
[ If it could squint, it would. How… odd. Perhaps the tree did not know about who it was. No matter. ]
> You Had. Good Intentions. I Just Simply Have Not. Given Myself The Ability. To Consume.
[ One of the surgeon’s ribbon appendages then began to caress the cobra’s face. ]
🎀: "…But I do hope you’ll take care of your new look. You’ll find it is much 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 before entering my hands."
🎀: "—?! OI."
[ Neapolitan quickly makes sure none of the stitches on her own face came loose before muttering something about “kids these days.” ]
🎀: "Any damn problems later on the swan-snake can fix herself. The Overseer said to bring her back and we did."
&&