"My my, you did cry for real, it's too real to be a fake though. I wonder how many years it takes to perfect your mask."
MF sniffled as she wiped her fake tears. "So you're my older sister in a sense then."
"Mmhh, not the exact right answer, technically." Dyaus took another brush from her space storage for her hand to fiddle with, shifting her head to one hand to lean on. "I'm still in the same generation as you, as we are the first modified pseudo-sapient to land our feet on Neamh.
"Though you can still call those within the same generation as siblings, I'm different than them as I've been born before the Valhalla Project is enacted, huehih."
Hearing that sentence struck MF a chime.
'Before the Valhalla Project?'
