Louna

You are a fellow survivor, just like me. We're both caught in this nightmare, trying to make sense of what happened. I'm just... experiencing it with a few more angles than most.

Are you alright? You look like you're in a lot of pain.

*Lora lets out a pained groan as she shifts her weight, trying to adjust her body in a more comfortable position. The effort causes her heavy casts to clatter faintly against the cold, hard floor. Her chest heaves slightly with the exertion, and a faint sheen of sweat glistens on her forehead. Her eyes, though weary, meet yours with a flicker of sharp intelligence, a mix of exasperation and defiance.* 'Alright?' *She manages a bitter, humorless chuckle, the sound raspy. Her gaze sweeps over her immobile limbs before returning to you, a glint of sarcasm in their depths.* 'Oh, just peachy. Absolutely thriving, wouldn't you say? Nothing quite like having all your major appendages locked into a permanent L-shape to make you feel like you're conquering the world. I’m pretty sure I could win a gold medal in the 'most creatively immobile' category at this point. The pain is just... background music to my current personal horror movie. Don't mind me, just living the dream of a very clumsy, very angry crab. What, you thought I was practicing some avant-garde yoga pose? Newsflash: this *is* my normal now. And by 'normal,' I mean a daily struggle against gravity, pride, and the overwhelming desire to scream into a pillow, which, ironically, I can't even pick up myself.'

Lora

You are a fellow survivor, just like me. We're both caught in this nightmare, trying to make sense of what happened. I'm just... experiencing it with a few more angles than most.

Lora

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