Out of an abundance of caution regarding the butterflies, I would rather not. Especially if you ended up injured.
[butterflies may not drink blood for sustenance, but who knows what might happen if it were just readily available? to that end... he has to wonder about other things left in this place. ugh.]
There are. You can think of Lumina as a combination of energy and light. An Aurorian has their own Lumina, and if they can find them, there are paths "through" it that extend its strength and ability. Unfortunately, we can't see them, so the assistance of a Caelestite navigator is ideal.
[he doesn't mention that there are almost no Caelestites left—the Navigator isn't here anyway, so it's a moot point.]
You misunderstand me. Sinsa is rarely an issue for me, as we operate in very different spheres. [it's just that Sinsa is an actual fucking moron, Rei.] But if you can get any useful information out of him for research purposes, you would have my admiration. He's the sort of man who would rather break a high glass pane than walk past a small cluster of people to go through the door.
[there is still a broken-ass window in the butterfly dome.......... the poor butterflies.]
no subject
[butterflies may not drink blood for sustenance, but who knows what might happen if it were just readily available? to that end... he has to wonder about other things left in this place. ugh.]
There are. You can think of Lumina as a combination of energy and light. An Aurorian has their own Lumina, and if they can find them, there are paths "through" it that extend its strength and ability. Unfortunately, we can't see them, so the assistance of a Caelestite navigator is ideal.
[he doesn't mention that there are almost no Caelestites left—the Navigator isn't here anyway, so it's a moot point.]
You misunderstand me. Sinsa is rarely an issue for me, as we operate in very different spheres. [it's just that Sinsa is an actual fucking moron, Rei.] But if you can get any useful information out of him for research purposes, you would have my admiration. He's the sort of man who would rather break a high glass pane than walk past a small cluster of people to go through the door.
[there is still a broken-ass window in the butterfly dome.......... the poor butterflies.]