[ It's delivered not with the empathetic warmth of someone who's good at consolations, but with a stiff reservation and a hint of wryness. ]
At least, that's what I'm told. Doesn't seem to be a way back home for any of us.
[ If people like Musashi and Gilgamesh, who regularly travel between worlds, can't even figure a way out of here, then that probably says a lot. At this point, Lucy's not even sure she'd want to go back to Night City anyway. Magisteria is a much softer place to land.
Moth-guy's suggestion is a good one-- they can go find whatever other Woofaloomps they can round up, and then hopefully Soraya will stop freaking out. His question to the chair makes it perk up. Lucy directs it: ]
Go find more of these things.
[ And it promptly scuttles off like a nervous hamster, all but dives behind a massive holographic potplant, and when it emerges, it has another Woofaloomp on its seat. Lucy is reluctantly impressed. To both chair and moth-guy, she says: ]
Yeah. Let's go find more. You need to me to drag you along, choom? [ Because she's not sure if moth-guy can... move, or if he's just stuck hovering. Lucy smirks. ] Maybe I can get a piece of string and tug you along like a balloon.
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[ It's delivered not with the empathetic warmth of someone who's good at consolations, but with a stiff reservation and a hint of wryness. ]
At least, that's what I'm told. Doesn't seem to be a way back home for any of us.
[ If people like Musashi and Gilgamesh, who regularly travel between worlds, can't even figure a way out of here, then that probably says a lot. At this point, Lucy's not even sure she'd want to go back to Night City anyway. Magisteria is a much softer place to land.
Moth-guy's suggestion is a good one-- they can go find whatever other Woofaloomps they can round up, and then hopefully Soraya will stop freaking out. His question to the chair makes it perk up. Lucy directs it: ]
Go find more of these things.
[ And it promptly scuttles off like a nervous hamster, all but dives behind a massive holographic potplant, and when it emerges, it has another Woofaloomp on its seat. Lucy is reluctantly impressed. To both chair and moth-guy, she says: ]
Yeah. Let's go find more. You need to me to drag you along, choom? [ Because she's not sure if moth-guy can... move, or if he's just stuck hovering. Lucy smirks. ] Maybe I can get a piece of string and tug you along like a balloon.