The feeling is mutual, even if it's for entirely the opposite reason. Bunny's own expression of distaste consumes his entire being as he looks at this mockery of his home, his beautiful home where life glows in every blade of grass and beauty floats in every mote of dust.
"What the bloody heck -"
Machinery? In his Warren? His offense sprouts around him in thorny vines, rich and lively and glistening with thistles. Warmth expands around him, counterbalancing America's chilly influence, but it's warmth that has the harsh edge of direct sunlight at 40 degrees Celsius.
Still, this isn't actually his home, and this isn't the time to fight over differences of taste, opinion, or the horrifying, creeping memories that a breath of chill air in something close to his home sends winding up his spine.
"All together as I ever was," he responds, though his disgusted expression hasn't budged an inch. "You?"
He resists the urge to ask if she got the soul knocked out of her on the way down - but it is a hard urge to resist.
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"What the bloody heck -"
Machinery? In his Warren? His offense sprouts around him in thorny vines, rich and lively and glistening with thistles. Warmth expands around him, counterbalancing America's chilly influence, but it's warmth that has the harsh edge of direct sunlight at 40 degrees Celsius.
Still, this isn't actually his home, and this isn't the time to fight over differences of taste, opinion, or the horrifying, creeping memories that a breath of chill air in something close to his home sends winding up his spine.
"All together as I ever was," he responds, though his disgusted expression hasn't budged an inch. "You?"
He resists the urge to ask if she got the soul knocked out of her on the way down - but it is a hard urge to resist.