[Considering that feeling such strong and new emotions was unfamiliar to her as far as Nathanial knew, then no wonder it was distressing. Not that she didn't have feelings--again, she was a being. A person, and had shown herself capable of emotion and feeling before though however limited because she had never left the Dream.
He had seen a 'counterpart' of her in the Waking World, in the abandoned old workshop. Lifeless, inanimate. Although there were moments when studying that doll that Nathanial had thought her index finger would twitch. Perhaps it had just been the madness within him making him see things.
The Doll within the Hunter's Dream however had ever seemed alive after a long sleep once he'd gained that first spark of madness and insight. She had changed and reacted as well to things happening in the Waking World, or the greater dream and nightmare... Perhaps all they really had seen was but a dream within a dream. He thought he'd read that somewhere in his old life perhaps.
Certainly he knew of what she spoke; had met Lady Maria and encountered the Hamlet. The deceased Kos and her orphaned child. Or a memory of them perhaps, though solid enough and real enough to interact with and fight and tie themselves to reality. It had been more than enough to be upsetting when he had dealt with--and the Doll had first hand memories from someone who was not her.
Soft steps and a few strides brought him over to where she was, Nathanial folding himself down to sit beside her. Close enough for comfort but not to intrude unduly. Turning off the hand lantern at his waist and stretching long legs out in front of him.]
The subjects are troubling enough on their own, but what in particular bothers you about them so much? Because they are not your own, or is there some other aspect that causes you such distress?
[He'd spoken after a moment or two of thought and kept his voice soft. Listening and attempting to understand. If nothing else he could provide company, though he hoped to help as well.]
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Date: 2023-10-04 05:46 pm (UTC)He had seen a 'counterpart' of her in the Waking World, in the abandoned old workshop. Lifeless, inanimate. Although there were moments when studying that doll that Nathanial had thought her index finger would twitch. Perhaps it had just been the madness within him making him see things.
The Doll within the Hunter's Dream however had ever seemed alive after a long sleep once he'd gained that first spark of madness and insight. She had changed and reacted as well to things happening in the Waking World, or the greater dream and nightmare... Perhaps all they really had seen was but a dream within a dream. He thought he'd read that somewhere in his old life perhaps.
Certainly he knew of what she spoke; had met Lady Maria and encountered the Hamlet. The deceased Kos and her orphaned child. Or a memory of them perhaps, though solid enough and real enough to interact with and fight and tie themselves to reality. It had been more than enough to be upsetting when he had dealt with--and the Doll had first hand memories from someone who was not her.
Soft steps and a few strides brought him over to where she was, Nathanial folding himself down to sit beside her. Close enough for comfort but not to intrude unduly. Turning off the hand lantern at his waist and stretching long legs out in front of him.]
The subjects are troubling enough on their own, but what in particular bothers you about them so much? Because they are not your own, or is there some other aspect that causes you such distress?
[He'd spoken after a moment or two of thought and kept his voice soft. Listening and attempting to understand. If nothing else he could provide company, though he hoped to help as well.]