[Gen doesn't yet know the ins and outs of generating Chroma through touch, so he tries to generate as much contact as possible while still maintaining his palm reading premise. He makes a show of sandwiching her hand between his, closing his eyes and bowing his head for a moment. In this pause, he feels an unusual sense of contentment, almost like warmth towards his fellow man.
That's strange.
He snaps his eyes open and pulls his top hand away to look at her palm.]
This branch here.
[Still trying to milk his opportunities for touch, he traces a line from her wrist to the point when it crosses another line.]
There's been an upheaval in your life.
[An easy guess since he assumes everyone would call suddenly appearing in a field of crystals on a previously unknown planet "an upheaval."]
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[Gen doesn't yet know the ins and outs of generating Chroma through touch, so he tries to generate as much contact as possible while still maintaining his palm reading premise. He makes a show of sandwiching her hand between his, closing his eyes and bowing his head for a moment. In this pause, he feels an unusual sense of contentment, almost like warmth towards his fellow man.
That's strange.
He snaps his eyes open and pulls his top hand away to look at her palm.]
This branch here.
[Still trying to milk his opportunities for touch, he traces a line from her wrist to the point when it crosses another line.]
There's been an upheaval in your life.
[An easy guess since he assumes everyone would call suddenly appearing in a field of crystals on a previously unknown planet "an upheaval."]