What do you say to someone when they tell you everyone else is dead?
Although Tirza is not particularly interested in any of the others that are in the area, or in the world in general, she’s reasonably sure that most of them are alive. She is, at least, pleased to hear that she is not one of the dead - nor is she appearing as bones. What a waste that would be.
She’d happily strip herself of the galaxies and her viper fangs if it meant removing her parents from her lineage, removing whatever hold they might continue to have on her heart.
But she is not focusing on anything other than the girl in front of her - who touches her before seeming to fade and become something not entirely solid. Not entirely alive? A shiver runs down this mare’s spine and because of it, because of how appropriate it seems for the conversation, she does not immediately notice that her spine is no longer coated with scales - she is a viper no more.
It will be noticed later, when she goes to feed. When she stretches and cannot reach as far. Perhaps she will miss it, for a time.
For now, though, she thinks of their mother and how much she likes the idea of considering Gospel a memory more than something made of flesh and blood.
Tirza wonders too if she could steal some life from a nearby stranger and feed it to her sister, if it would rejuvenate her at all - the effectiveness of that trick hinges on the answer to the question that comes out of her. Her voice is even and she puts some effort into keeping it clinical.
“Are you dead too, Spectra?”
@[spectra]
@[The Monsters] I don't want you to get bored so let's do the thing with her new temporal repairing