If I wanted to think about them, I would do it when I was awake. [She is not impressed. Dreams, you are not on the guest list, go home; she is so offended by dreams rn. Also, for the first time, she kinda regrets not spiking her coffee but oh well. But stalling probably isn't gonna get her anywhere today. So, after a pause: ]
When I was twenty-one, most of my country blew up. No one was on it, but, still, having the place where you grew up become almost nothing but a lot of tiny pieces raining from the sky leaves a strange kind of empty spot. Especially after fighting an army of robots who wanted to destroy humanity. [She's leaving out the part where said location was in the air and it was blown up to keep the impact of it crashing back down on earth from killing ... basically everyone. Sweets has probably heard some weird shit, but, look, that might be too much right now. She takes a breath, then goes to the other one.] When I was ten, a shell hit the apartment building my family and I lived in and it killed my parents. My brother and I took shelter under our bed and when a second shell hit, it never went off. So we spent two days watching it a few feet from our faces, hoping it wouldn't go off every time the rubble moved or when people tried to get us out. I still hate small spaces. And I still hate it when buildings shake.
And now, five years later ... [She motions with a hand, as if to say THIS ENTIRE CASTLE.] Things were shot at this building, it shook, I hung out in a dungeon for a while, I fought magic robots and yelled at a suicidal teammate - because who touches wet metal things and tries to shock them? [Which, that part is not so much the point right now but...?!]
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When I was twenty-one, most of my country blew up. No one was on it, but, still, having the place where you grew up become almost nothing but a lot of tiny pieces raining from the sky leaves a strange kind of empty spot. Especially after fighting an army of robots who wanted to destroy humanity. [She's leaving out the part where said location was in the air and it was blown up to keep the impact of it crashing back down on earth from killing ... basically everyone. Sweets has probably heard some weird shit, but, look, that might be too much right now. She takes a breath, then goes to the other one.] When I was ten, a shell hit the apartment building my family and I lived in and it killed my parents. My brother and I took shelter under our bed and when a second shell hit, it never went off. So we spent two days watching it a few feet from our faces, hoping it wouldn't go off every time the rubble moved or when people tried to get us out. I still hate small spaces. And I still hate it when buildings shake.
And now, five years later ... [She motions with a hand, as if to say THIS ENTIRE CASTLE.] Things were shot at this building, it shook, I hung out in a dungeon for a while, I fought magic robots and yelled at a suicidal teammate - because who touches wet metal things and tries to shock them? [Which, that part is not so much the point right now but...?!]