When the Dreamberry started broadcasting two voices that were talking to each other, it didn't take long listening to figure out that it was probably a dream. Lloyd never questioned why the Dreamberry did that. It just... did sometimes. He didn't usually listen. They weren't talking to him, after all.
But he'd been stuck in bed for days, only allowed to move briefly with the use of crutches, and he was bored to death. It was either listen or do homework, and he was sick of doing that.
He waited for a minute to make sure the dream had ended, then, on a whim, called back. He didn't know if he'd get the boy or the girl - whose dream was it? - but he didn't care. "I don't get it. What do people think women can't do?"
The responding voice sounded like the boy, but slightly older and more... cynical? Damaged? Either way, it didn't sound like he was as optimistic as he had been in the dream.
"They didn't think she could do anything, just because she was a woman. They thought of her as inferior, just because of the gender she was born as. And then they murdered her, when she was a better person than anyone could ever dream to be..."
Slight laughter could be heard, but it wasn't not the kind of laughter that was easy on the ears.
Lloyd blinked in response, then rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Sorry. Your dream just started playing and I've been stuck by myself for a while and I just... started listening. I'm Lloyd Aurion. What's your name?"
He frowned at the explanation, but... he'd ask about that in a minute.
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But he'd been stuck in bed for days, only allowed to move briefly with the use of crutches, and he was bored to death. It was either listen or do homework, and he was sick of doing that.
He waited for a minute to make sure the dream had ended, then, on a whim, called back. He didn't know if he'd get the boy or the girl - whose dream was it? - but he didn't care. "I don't get it. What do people think women can't do?"
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The responding voice sounded like the boy, but slightly older and more... cynical? Damaged? Either way, it didn't sound like he was as optimistic as he had been in the dream.
"They didn't think she could do anything, just because she was a woman. They thought of her as inferior, just because of the gender she was born as. And then they murdered her, when she was a better person than anyone could ever dream to be..."
Slight laughter could be heard, but it wasn't not the kind of laughter that was easy on the ears.
"...but who are you to listen in on what's mine?"
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He frowned at the explanation, but... he'd ask about that in a minute.
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"...Mithos."
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