Blake hesitates, gaze sliding to the down and to the side. She really has no idea if these messages are personally targeted or not, but either way, it feels personal in a way that's both regretful and hopeful, and she really doesn't want to have to explain any of that.
Maybe she can just... show him the message, and not explain.
Tentatively, she pushes her sleeve up, holding her arm out to let him read the message. Aspect of Entropy: The force of death, deterioration, and demise of all things, as well as rebirth and even breaking such patterns. Domain of the Undead. The message is still vivid black against her skin, no matter how much she wishes it would fade.
"I don't know what it means by Undead," she admits, "maybe those Husk things that we've been seeing? Or maybe there's undead monsters we haven't encountered. In my world, undead monsters are purely fictional, and I've never exactly been into zombie media, so I'm not an expert."
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Maybe she can just... show him the message, and not explain.
Tentatively, she pushes her sleeve up, holding her arm out to let him read the message. Aspect of Entropy: The force of death, deterioration, and demise of all things, as well as rebirth and even breaking such patterns. Domain of the Undead. The message is still vivid black against her skin, no matter how much she wishes it would fade.
"I don't know what it means by Undead," she admits, "maybe those Husk things that we've been seeing? Or maybe there's undead monsters we haven't encountered. In my world, undead monsters are purely fictional, and I've never exactly been into zombie media, so I'm not an expert."