Eh. [She shrugs, looking fairly nonchalant about it.] Real slowly, over the years, but yeah. Seems fair enough- lotta seers have trouble with a major organ, it just ain't usually the lungs. They don't gotta worry 'bout breathing like I do, but I don't gotta worry 'bout my eyesight like they do, so it evens out.
[She sees his concern, and her expression softens a little, gentler than her normal brash confidence- if only a tiny bit.]
Hey, don't get too worked up about it, okay? They don't work too well these days, but they still work well enough to get the job done, and my mask takes care of anything they can't handle anymore. Worst comes to worst, I'll just have to build myself a new pair, and that'll be that.
[Sure, just mad science yourself a fresh set of lungs, why not.]
Coulda done it years ago, to be honest, already got some plans drawn up just in case. Point is...
[She sighs.]
Being a seer means you get kind of a raw deal, yeah. But it ain't a death sentence, if you're lucky- and you got enough luck to make it this far. So did I. Even that much is enough. You're gonna have to learn how to work around it, how to make it work for you, but you don't gotta just deal with the shitty side effects and get nothing in return. We can figure it out.
[Look at her, trying to be all helpful and reassuring. She hates doing this kind of thing, really, it's not her forte at all... but she's not heartless. She can remember being a freaked-out kid trying to figure out what the visions meant, not understanding how they stole the breath from her lungs. If she can offer him some decent advice... well, she's got to try.]
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[She sees his concern, and her expression softens a little, gentler than her normal brash confidence- if only a tiny bit.]
Hey, don't get too worked up about it, okay? They don't work too well these days, but they still work well enough to get the job done, and my mask takes care of anything they can't handle anymore. Worst comes to worst, I'll just have to build myself a new pair, and that'll be that.
[Sure, just mad science yourself a fresh set of lungs, why not.]
Coulda done it years ago, to be honest, already got some plans drawn up just in case. Point is...
[She sighs.]
Being a seer means you get kind of a raw deal, yeah. But it ain't a death sentence, if you're lucky- and you got enough luck to make it this far. So did I. Even that much is enough. You're gonna have to learn how to work around it, how to make it work for you, but you don't gotta just deal with the shitty side effects and get nothing in return. We can figure it out.
[Look at her, trying to be all helpful and reassuring. She hates doing this kind of thing, really, it's not her forte at all... but she's not heartless. She can remember being a freaked-out kid trying to figure out what the visions meant, not understanding how they stole the breath from her lungs. If she can offer him some decent advice... well, she's got to try.]