Serious question, this time.
Mornbein's sitting on what looks like a Tyranid hive tyrant this time, in lieu of her usual Transformer or couch back perch. One hand is absently scritching the hideous monster's tough chiton as it tries to stay awake against the urging of a massive recent meal.
"So," says the half Czarnian girl, her face unwontedly somber. "Say somebody loses their memory; everythin' but a few names ta faces. Should ya try teachin' 'em what they forgot? Or just let 'em grow ta be a new person?"
"So," says the half Czarnian girl, her face unwontedly somber. "Say somebody loses their memory; everythin' but a few names ta faces. Should ya try teachin' 'em what they forgot? Or just let 'em grow ta be a new person?"