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[Maron had been in Luceti for a long while now. For that long while, she had gotten the chance to experience things she'd never imagine at home, mainly the weird stuff that the Malnosso threw at people. She had formed some nice friendships, had a job working to keep her mind from missing Momokuri at Seventh Heaven, and was still keeping her mask on "happy."
However one thing had always been bothering her, even before she was brought to Luceti. It was something that, despite her own beliefs, defended to Masaomi around Christmas, and most recently, that speed dating thing. Sure, she had been there, with the mask on yet again, but what it was designed for...
People had been looking for friendships, people to date, people to love. That love thing was what had weighed heavily on her mind; it always had, though she was good at squashing the though, pushing it down because it wasn't real. It couldn't be. But why would people seek it out, why would there be people looking for it here of all places? Where someone they care about could be taken from them at any moment, seemingly sent home by the Malnosso (or some glitch that they'd overlooked for how long now?) The idea honestly baffled Maron, not one for too many close connections, save for two people over the years: Fin and Miyako.
Because of this curiosity, this need to know why people sought out something so elusive, something that she didn't believe to even exist--
She decides to ask. However, people might think it weird that someone doesn't know what the emotion of love is, or doesn't believe it exists depending on the person. So, she throws part of her bedsheet over the camera, effectively blocking out who is writing, and definitely makes sure the microphone is off-- it'll definitely be staying there. Her handwriting is nondescript (at least she tries to make it so) as to not give her identity away. Anyone can hazard a guess, though she'll have to be pretty damn comfortable to reveal herself to someone.]
What is your definition of 'love'? What do you believe it is, and why is it important to you?
However one thing had always been bothering her, even before she was brought to Luceti. It was something that, despite her own beliefs, defended to Masaomi around Christmas, and most recently, that speed dating thing. Sure, she had been there, with the mask on yet again, but what it was designed for...
People had been looking for friendships, people to date, people to love. That love thing was what had weighed heavily on her mind; it always had, though she was good at squashing the though, pushing it down because it wasn't real. It couldn't be. But why would people seek it out, why would there be people looking for it here of all places? Where someone they care about could be taken from them at any moment, seemingly sent home by the Malnosso (or some glitch that they'd overlooked for how long now?) The idea honestly baffled Maron, not one for too many close connections, save for two people over the years: Fin and Miyako.
Because of this curiosity, this need to know why people sought out something so elusive, something that she didn't believe to even exist--
She decides to ask. However, people might think it weird that someone doesn't know what the emotion of love is, or doesn't believe it exists depending on the person. So, she throws part of her bedsheet over the camera, effectively blocking out who is writing, and definitely makes sure the microphone is off-- it'll definitely be staying there. Her handwriting is nondescript (at least she tries to make it so) as to not give her identity away. Anyone can hazard a guess, though she'll have to be pretty damn comfortable to reveal herself to someone.]
What is your definition of 'love'? What do you believe it is, and why is it important to you?
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