This time, Pudding's startle comes full with wide eyes and her mouth dropping open.
Wh.
Pudding has full-on dropped one person's memories into another's head before. Did so as recently as with Reiju, for that matter, less than a day before her death. But she usually tries to make them seamless, use them to stitch up gaps where she's removed something... ungraceful. The idea of just having someone else's memories dropped full-on into another person's film reel... her own, for that matter...
It takes her a moment to realize she's staring, though she's more looking through Soldat than at him.
"...Oh," she responds, finally, lamely. Oh, what the fuck.
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Wh.
Pudding has full-on dropped one person's memories into another's head before. Did so as recently as with Reiju, for that matter, less than a day before her death. But she usually tries to make them seamless, use them to stitch up gaps where she's removed something... ungraceful. The idea of just having someone else's memories dropped full-on into another person's film reel... her own, for that matter...
It takes her a moment to realize she's staring, though she's more looking through Soldat than at him.
"...Oh," she responds, finally, lamely. Oh, what the fuck.