[Well, this contends for Asch's memories, but his are of course a tragedy on a more personal level, while this is clearly a little calamity. He hums an affirming grunt to her statement, but he could only guess to what a Miqo'te is, but he assumes he'll know when he sees it. Right now he's seeing a very...diverse selection of people. Some too tall in various shades from green to almost white and most in between, people that look almost like they've been put to the rack despite their inherent grace, even in the midst of chaos. Some that looked suspiciously like cats. Those were perhaps the most interesting. Finding lanky rabbits and beasts that looked almost like one of Arietta's ligers on two legs seemed the most jarring, maybe.
It was all jarring really, the mote of light in the distance that grew enveloped in blue, only to burst brightly forth and then the terrible fire that beings to rain...]
What are we watching? This is a memory?
[He's struck a bit on this because how could anyone survive? Though Asch also considers that perhaps the woman didn't, taking his own case as an example.]
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It was all jarring really, the mote of light in the distance that grew enveloped in blue, only to burst brightly forth and then the terrible fire that beings to rain...]
What are we watching? This is a memory?
[He's struck a bit on this because how could anyone survive? Though Asch also considers that perhaps the woman didn't, taking his own case as an example.]