Dave catches her attention with a snap, and for a second there Rose had almost forgotten him. It was easy enough to do, he'd gone quiet, she isn't as insync with him as the Dave she's used to and there was a troll right there. A troll who knew of Dirk.
"Not dead," she asks and while it's not entirely a question there's a trickle of uncertainty in her voice, one that she can't fully mask. It's one of her greatest fears after all, that all they've done, all they've planned for will never amount to anything, and Roxy and Dirk won't be able to live.
And she's back to Terezi, shoulders tensing again at the sharpness of her voice and while some part of her knows why, logically, she still can't help her irritation at it. How dare she, she was the one from a genocidal race, not Rose. "I never met him," she snaps back, too sharp because she's still so worried. "I am not the Rose who played the game, I just have a lot of her memories. But there are parts that are blank to me, especially after the Scratch."
Snoring Lalonde. She recognises who that is, there's only one person it could be and Rose doesn't know whether to be elated or... something. She doesn't know, and she's torn at least three different ways, between getting rid of this troll and asking her for more information, more, anything at all on her daughter and she hates that this troll has seen more of her than Rose ever really has. She's seen her in person and it stings.
And for the first time Rose is really silent, fingers curled to fists with the slightest shake in them because she doesn't know what to do or say anymore and without her Sight she's struggling to find a direction.
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"Not dead," she asks and while it's not entirely a question there's a trickle of uncertainty in her voice, one that she can't fully mask. It's one of her greatest fears after all, that all they've done, all they've planned for will never amount to anything, and Roxy and Dirk won't be able to live.
And she's back to Terezi, shoulders tensing again at the sharpness of her voice and while some part of her knows why, logically, she still can't help her irritation at it. How dare she, she was the one from a genocidal race, not Rose. "I never met him," she snaps back, too sharp because she's still so worried. "I am not the Rose who played the game, I just have a lot of her memories. But there are parts that are blank to me, especially after the Scratch."
Snoring Lalonde. She recognises who that is, there's only one person it could be and Rose doesn't know whether to be elated or... something. She doesn't know, and she's torn at least three different ways, between getting rid of this troll and asking her for more information, more, anything at all on her daughter and she hates that this troll has seen more of her than Rose ever really has. She's seen her in person and it stings.
And for the first time Rose is really silent, fingers curled to fists with the slightest shake in them because she doesn't know what to do or say anymore and without her Sight she's struggling to find a direction.