[She looks at the picture at Achilles down, burning the face and name into her memory. Patroclus, son of Menoetius of Actor's stock.... whatever that means. Well, her memory's sharp.]
[But can she really do this?]
...I lost somebody important to me, too.
[More than one, actually, but Mia's death is still pretty fresh in her mind. She wishes she could reach her spirit, even if just for a second. If he lets her, she'll take his hand briefly to squeeze it gently, before offering him back the picture]
Are you ready, Mr. Achilles?
[She's going to kneel and twine her hands together in a praying motion. There's more of a ceremony, involved, usually, but Maya just wants to succeed at this. The pomp doesn't matter. Only summoning his spirit does.]
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[But can she really do this?]
...I lost somebody important to me, too.
[More than one, actually, but Mia's death is still pretty fresh in her mind. She wishes she could reach her spirit, even if just for a second. If he lets her, she'll take his hand briefly to squeeze it gently, before offering him back the picture]
Are you ready, Mr. Achilles?
[She's going to kneel and twine her hands together in a praying motion. There's more of a ceremony, involved, usually, but Maya just wants to succeed at this. The pomp doesn't matter. Only summoning his spirit does.]