[ she wasn't talking about u corp, specifically. at least her home district has color, from the assorted container vans that litter the portship to the beautiful sunset during clear weather. no, she was comparing iberia to t corp itself, where they even put the ability to see color behind a paywall and everyone who can't cough up the cash is forced to see the world in black and white -- quite literally.

she huffs at his candid answer. ] I don't know what I expected. That's such a you answer it almost pisses me off.

[ a carefree answer from a carefree guy. how irritating. she can tell that he has the conviction to pull it off though, so he's not obligated to tell her his secret plans to change his side of the world if he doesn't want to.

she can't be too pissed at him, even if she tried -- especially with his hand landing on her head so casually, as though he's done this to her before. apart from a slight crease between her brows, she makes no move in swatting his hand away and chooses to let out a sigh through her nose instead. after all, her old mates back on the pequod used to pat her on the head after she's done crying her heart out, mourning over the lives she couldn't save when she was still weak and naive. ]

A bit better, compared to earlier. [ it's enough to bring a slight warmth to her cheeks, if anything. ] Kind of messed up that you showed me your doomed hometown to cheer me up, but somehow it worked.

...Thanks.