Damn. That's. That's one hell of a place to come from.

[The fact that Sonja's world seems to personify more abstract wholes, like cities and stars, isn't lost on Talon. He just doesn't know what to make of it. He tries to imagine Seattle as a person. Images of a heavily scarred junky, covered in the latest cyberware and gear, come to mind. The lowest life, wrapped up in the highest tech.]

Wish I could say my world's anywhere near as exciting as all that. The city I'm from specifically just has a bug problem. Like, granted, they're giant insect spirits operating under a hive mind that drives them to consume endlessly, but that's kind of old news in the Sixth World.