[He had heard of that Shift then, in passing. It was part of the reason why Smoker adopted Keimi as his daughter. Lupin listened attentively to Daisy's thorough explanation, getting the impression that she was conducting herself like a soldier who was briefing a newcomer on the situation. She was a soldier, he knew, and of the sort who would be hard to rattle.
But the loss of memories had shaken her before, to the point where she worked herself beyond exhaustion in the Dome. Comparatively, such loss of memory wasn't unusual in his world. He was so acclimated to it's possibility that the Malnosso had yet to truly disturb him with it.
However, he understood. It wasn't isolated brainwashing, but on a mass scale...with the illusion of a utopia. That would send many, many people in a rage.
He bowed his head as well when he heard the crack in her voice, and was ashamed because of it. She was the third person he had left shaken solely by accident because of this Shift. That itself was more disturbing to him more than the explanation.
He never meant to bring such memories up.
A heavy moment passed at the end of her explanation as Lupin fought for a simple word phrase--anything that he could write down. Had he a voice, it would have been useless. He had no words to offer.
Instead he reached out a hesitant hand and gently placed it on her shoulder. Were she a different kind of woman, someone less militant and stern, he would have offered a hug.
This would suffice, if he hadn't breached any boundaries.]
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But the loss of memories had shaken her before, to the point where she worked herself beyond exhaustion in the Dome. Comparatively, such loss of memory wasn't unusual in his world. He was so acclimated to it's possibility that the Malnosso had yet to truly disturb him with it.
However, he understood. It wasn't isolated brainwashing, but on a mass scale...with the illusion of a utopia. That would send many, many people in a rage.
He bowed his head as well when he heard the crack in her voice, and was ashamed because of it. She was the third person he had left shaken solely by accident because of this Shift. That itself was more disturbing to him more than the explanation.
He never meant to bring such memories up.
A heavy moment passed at the end of her explanation as Lupin fought for a simple word phrase--anything that he could write down. Had he a voice, it would have been useless. He had no words to offer.
Instead he reached out a hesitant hand and gently placed it on her shoulder. Were she a different kind of woman, someone less militant and stern, he would have offered a hug.
This would suffice, if he hadn't breached any boundaries.]