Of that we can agree, I suppose. Some perhaps may deserve it, but rare it is to deem them worthy of such praise, so rare I would say impossible.
[The light of her flashlight beams towards the direction of the man who spoke, covered in those rat creatures. What were they called again? Rattata? But what catches her eye is that this man looks like he's seen much better days what with one eye covered from what she can tell.
Willow doesn't judge, she herself prefers sleeping outside in the comfort of a tree where she can surround herself with the strange birds of this world she understands somehow. Birds were still birds no matter their world it would seem. The only thing she would, and does, judge are the humans themselves.
Seeking some answers, even if only returned with minuscule amounts, Willow sighs in his direction.]
You appear to have known better days, were they caused of this world or another? Perhaps your homeland caused that? [There it is, her curiosity despite all else.]
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[The light of her flashlight beams towards the direction of the man who spoke, covered in those rat creatures. What were they called again? Rattata? But what catches her eye is that this man looks like he's seen much better days what with one eye covered from what she can tell.
Willow doesn't judge, she herself prefers sleeping outside in the comfort of a tree where she can surround herself with the strange birds of this world she understands somehow. Birds were still birds no matter their world it would seem. The only thing she would, and does, judge are the humans themselves.
Seeking some answers, even if only returned with minuscule amounts, Willow sighs in his direction.]
You appear to have known better days, were they caused of this world or another? Perhaps your homeland caused that? [There it is, her curiosity despite all else.]