Cherry listened to Entrapta with big copper eyes. She didn't really pay any mind to the commentary about how the naming works wherever Entrapta was from except if the naming was literal what did that say about Ms. Entrapta herself, but listening to the Fright Zone was... It sounded a lot like how Cherry understood the Garlean Empire to be, and it occurred to her somewhere along the way that Mr. tol Scaeva was from the Garlean Empire, and he was okay, for the most part, once he was taken to task...
She frowned and lowered her gaze to her hands - now resting on the table - as she considered what Entrapta said, needing a moment to process it.
"I... But..." She blinked and looked back up to Entrapta. "I wouldn't think he's weak for asking for help? And I wouldn't hurt him? And..." Cherry didn't appear to be taking it seriously, but she also was struggling to wrap her head around the idea of a world where someone was driven to such extreme lengths.
"And why doesn't he like his body? What's wrong with it?" She could probably come up with a hundred more questions but they would all be slight restatements of each other, really. What she didn't want to do, however, was jump to an immediate decision on what she wanted to do with this information: whether she would choose to hate Jack over this, or otherwise try to figure out how to reconcile it and remain his friend.
never ever worry about changing wording or whatever you're good <3
except if the naming was literal what did that say about Ms. Entrapta herself, but listening to the Fright Zone was... It sounded a lot like how Cherry understood the Garlean Empire to be, and it occurred to her somewhere along the way that Mr. tol Scaeva was from the Garlean Empire, and he was okay, for the most part, once he was taken to task...She frowned and lowered her gaze to her hands - now resting on the table - as she considered what Entrapta said, needing a moment to process it.
"I... But..." She blinked and looked back up to Entrapta. "I wouldn't think he's weak for asking for help? And I wouldn't hurt him? And..." Cherry didn't appear to be taking it seriously, but she also was struggling to wrap her head around the idea of a world where someone was driven to such extreme lengths.
"And why doesn't he like his body? What's wrong with it?" She could probably come up with a hundred more questions but they would all be slight restatements of each other, really. What she didn't want to do, however, was jump to an immediate decision on what she wanted to do with this information: whether she would choose to hate Jack over this, or otherwise try to figure out how to reconcile it and remain his friend.