Risa doesn’t know what to say in response to his first question, or if it was even one that she was supposed to answer. She didn’t have an opinion on whether the world would be monotonous if it were all the same - except maybe to think that would make things a lot less overwhelming if it were. Then nothing would surprise her and she’d be able to find her footing a little easier. That was what she had liked about the darkness, it had made her transition easier.
She finds the second part of what he says more curious but before she asks about it, he introduces himself. An instinct from another life has her reply automatically, her soft words accompanied by a small dip of her dark head. “I’m… Risa. Risa.” She says it twice, the second time to make up for how unsure she had sounded the first time. She knew her name, though she didn’t know much else. She had forgotten it for a time when she had been dead but then she’d run across her father in the afterlife and he’d remind her. Her mother too, would remind her, for the short time Agetta had been there.
Right on the heels of that quiet introduction is her curiosity, infusing her voice with a little more strength. She isn’t sure she wants to know the answers to all the questions she has about this new Life but this one feels safe, this one is tempting enough and something like hope flashes through her near-black eyes. “There are places without much colour?”
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