[He can just fly over there so she won't leave him in the dust. Nero doesn't even understand what Edna's deal is. She talks so crass and clearly isn't human. No ordinary person would be calm about being far from civilization.
He only knows that he doesn't like any of this. It could be a trap.]
I told you my fucking name but I don't know yours.
[It's not just her speech pattern and attitude, either; despite the rough terrain, she weaves between the tumultuous bumps and jagged slopes like it's some grassy meadow. Her pace is no faster than any other regular girl her stature may have, were they strolling through a town street and not actually performing what's essentially a mountain hike. Her steps remain steady, and her posture easy. Going uphill here clearly isn't taxing for her in the least, which should also make tracking and/or following her equally effortless.]
Is there a point to learn the name of everything that crawls past you? Or do you make it a habit of asking?
[As insulting as the words may be, she sounds as deadpan as ever. Definitely not a normal little girl...]
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[He can just fly over there so she won't leave him in the dust. Nero doesn't even understand what Edna's deal is. She talks so crass and clearly isn't human. No ordinary person would be calm about being far from civilization.
He only knows that he doesn't like any of this. It could be a trap.]
I told you my fucking name but I don't know yours.
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Is there a point to learn the name of everything that crawls past you? Or do you make it a habit of asking?
[As insulting as the words may be, she sounds as deadpan as ever. Definitely not a normal little girl...]