[ It's a reasonable explanation. Rather, it makes sense, as a power — even if a snide joke on Lachesis' part, maybe meant as some crack about a man with speech so dull it could put anyone to sleep, or something along those lines. Using it, though, letting it be used against her — letting it be used on her, willingly, takes some amount of trust. It's not something to be given lightly; not something she's ever given easily.
Not in a long, long time. ]
... Short term? [ The answer comes with pause, her focus distant as her thoughts extrapolate the likely limitations — and subsequent applications. ] It requires proximity. Right? If your control is that fine, it probably doesn't travel without you.
[Of course, such implied insult wasn't Lachesis' intention at all -- Chilton's speech could be called a lot of things, but never dull. If Ruka was perceptive in even the slightest, she would pick up on that eventually.]
Proximity is required, yes. It isn't potent without skin-to-skin contact.
[Now that was the joke. Lachesis had a sense of humor, after all.]
[ Her reaction is unguarded: an immediate, defeated exhale, arms shifting to fold across the tops of her knees as she sags forward for the force of it.
Of course it isn't, she mutters, quiet, before shaking her head, speaking louder. ]
Skin contact would give me a direct line into your emotional state. Possibly corrupt it — mess up what you feel, or how you feel it. I don't know for sure. I've haven't tried using it that way, but I know it's there.
If I could use it on myself, I wouldn't have to be here.
[ She shakes her head, taking another breath — deliberate, steadying, measured to the count of seconds. ]
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Not in a long, long time. ]
... Short term? [ The answer comes with pause, her focus distant as her thoughts extrapolate the likely limitations — and subsequent applications. ] It requires proximity. Right? If your control is that fine, it probably doesn't travel without you.
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Proximity is required, yes. It isn't potent without skin-to-skin contact.
[Now that was the joke. Lachesis had a sense of humor, after all.]
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Of course it isn't, she mutters, quiet, before shaking her head, speaking louder. ]
Skin contact would give me a direct line into your emotional state. Possibly corrupt it — mess up what you feel, or how you feel it. I don't know for sure. I've haven't tried using it that way, but I know it's there.
If I could use it on myself, I wouldn't have to be here.
[ She shakes her head, taking another breath — deliberate, steadying, measured to the count of seconds. ]
Sorry. I don't know if you should risk it.