[Honestly, Ris is impressed by the two of them. She's broken down at less. Perhaps she thought too little of some of the guests aboard this train...]
[As for whether or not she would have done the same for them:] Certainly, but...
[She just sighs. She supposes there really is no follow up to that. This is a game of trust they're playing, after all, and with King now, as well. She may as well just try to answer his questions.
Sure, talking about this isn't fun, but Ris barely knows what that is to begin with. To her, it's like being given a task. That's something she knows, something she can grasp onto.]
...I... [She sounds hesitant, like she's still trying to think through what she's saying even as her lips are moving.] ...Perhaps?
It... feels as if trying to look through something opaque. But the last thing I recall, before waking up here...
[...It's funny, in a way. She doesn't mind talking about what the Doctor does, for the most part. Perhaps it's because all of those things happen to other people, and it's easy for Ris to distance herself from the situation. Turn his victims into objects even more than she herself is. But when it comes to her, it's uncomfortable.
Perhaps even moreso because Mithos is here. "Maybe we'll find something else," and yet if she's honest, she'll worry him just like everyone else aboard is. She doesn't want that.
...But this is a game of trust. So.]
Master was strapping me to the operating table. So... perhaps this happened within that fog in my memory? But I cannot imagine what his goal would have been.
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[As for whether or not she would have done the same for them:] Certainly, but...
[She just sighs. She supposes there really is no follow up to that. This is a game of trust they're playing, after all, and with King now, as well. She may as well just try to answer his questions.
Sure, talking about this isn't fun, but Ris barely knows what that is to begin with. To her, it's like being given a task. That's something she knows, something she can grasp onto.]
...I... [She sounds hesitant, like she's still trying to think through what she's saying even as her lips are moving.] ...Perhaps?
It... feels as if trying to look through something opaque. But the last thing I recall, before waking up here...
[...It's funny, in a way. She doesn't mind talking about what the Doctor does, for the most part. Perhaps it's because all of those things happen to other people, and it's easy for Ris to distance herself from the situation. Turn his victims into objects even more than she herself is. But when it comes to her, it's uncomfortable.
Perhaps even moreso because Mithos is here. "Maybe we'll find something else," and yet if she's honest, she'll worry him just like everyone else aboard is. She doesn't want that.
...But this is a game of trust. So.]
Master was strapping me to the operating table. So... perhaps this happened within that fog in my memory? But I cannot imagine what his goal would have been.