Briefly, silently, her eyes move from Renna's actual physical face to the spiritual shadow by its side- though her face never betrays any expressions it seems she is not entirely able to hide her expression or feelings... something Anastasia files away for later, should it ever matter. Right now little more than a curious detail, although there's a small part of her surprised at how much more at ease even just a near-smile makes her feel. It's been a bit since she's seen even a hint of such emotion...
By now her own posture has relaxed somewhat and now the young (and surprisingly tired) Tarnished slowly moves to take a seat upon a nearby piece of what was once a standing wall, the worn steel links of her chain mail shifting quietly as she does so. She isn't used to being a subject of curiosity, but then this statement ties so very nicely into a thought that's been burning at her head since she first arrived, a few... days? Weeks ago? Truthfully her grasp of time was already beginning to fail her.
"You would be right about my lack of knowledge, as embarrassing as it is to admit. I'm hardly used to any of this, but I must admit I did notice how everything here is just..." Anastasia trails off, her gaze wandering to a nearby piece of debris as she searches for the words to describe it. Although really, Renna did phrase it best. "Stagnant, unending and undying, but also unchanging. It doesn't seem to matter how many times I cut any of them down, they're always soon back. Marching on the same patrols, carrying out the same orders... I loath to think about how long they must have been doing this, for so little of themselves to remain. Is everyone in in this land so far gone, I wonder?"
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By now her own posture has relaxed somewhat and now the young (and surprisingly tired) Tarnished slowly moves to take a seat upon a nearby piece of what was once a standing wall, the worn steel links of her chain mail shifting quietly as she does so. She isn't used to being a subject of curiosity, but then this statement ties so very nicely into a thought that's been burning at her head since she first arrived, a few... days? Weeks ago? Truthfully her grasp of time was already beginning to fail her.
"You would be right about my lack of knowledge, as embarrassing as it is to admit. I'm hardly used to any of this, but I must admit I did notice how everything here is just..." Anastasia trails off, her gaze wandering to a nearby piece of debris as she searches for the words to describe it. Although really, Renna did phrase it best. "Stagnant, unending and undying, but also unchanging. It doesn't seem to matter how many times I cut any of them down, they're always soon back. Marching on the same patrols, carrying out the same orders... I loath to think about how long they must have been doing this, for so little of themselves to remain. Is everyone in in this land so far gone, I wonder?"