[Eleven's lips quirk into a little smile as Ketta mirrors the gesture, pleased at how she and orc are finding their own ways to communicate. She's gotten much better with her words in the last three years in Hawkins, but she still appreciates how uncomplicated and effortless gestures can be. Eleven may not have tusks in her mouth, but she can have tusks in spirit, perhaps.]
A... trick?
[Like a prank - or like magic? Eleven is intrigued. Her death holds many more questions than answers, but those questions distract her from thinking of being Flayed.]
Yes.
[She reaches out, then, pokes at the tablet and makes it spin. Kettara has a trick, Stone has different bodies, and she has powers. It's unsettling to no longer be the only one who's other - and at the same time, it's a comfort.]
I move things.
[Things, and people. And sometimes bones and organs - when absolutely necessary. She's no one's monster anymore.]
no subject
A... trick?
[Like a prank - or like magic? Eleven is intrigued. Her death holds many more questions than answers, but those questions distract her from thinking of being Flayed.]
Yes.
[She reaches out, then, pokes at the tablet and makes it spin. Kettara has a trick, Stone has different bodies, and she has powers. It's unsettling to no longer be the only one who's other - and at the same time, it's a comfort.]
I move things.
[Things, and people. And sometimes bones and organs - when absolutely necessary. She's no one's monster anymore.]