A question of safety

[rogueinladysclothing]

This Winter has been a harsh one, and the Nexus' resident rogue shows signs of it. Where before Amelia had been comfortable enough to walk about the Nexus with relatively few weapons on her person, she now carries her full armory every time she steps out of the inn she currently calls home. For weeks she's been pondering how to tackle a problem on her own. Now she's come to the Forum to seek advice, as anyone who's been here long enough usually does.

"I've had many thoughts and worries relating to the safety of myself and others after certain events in the last several weeks." Her lips draw into a thin line and she crosses her arm in front of her chest. That's enough context for everyone who might answer, surely. "What do you do to feel safe? Or, rather, when your safety is threatened, how do you respond?"

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[rogueinladysclothing]

Amelia agrees with everything Dia's saying. So much of it resonates with her own situation. It would be comforting to know if it weren't also disturbing. No one should have to deal with this.

"Having the knowledge and the ability to prevent things is great, but it doesn't help if there's any chance of someone circumventing your efforts." She sighs heavily. "It's a huge burden and I feel helpless in trying to keep up with it."

[pathfromdarknesstogrey]

The scary part is, she hadn't really thought of most of the implications until just now. It's fortunate that the Galaxy she resides in is, needless to say, fucking huge. Most of which is empty space, so the likelyhood of Nexus weirdness making it back home is...

Well, it's not impossible so much as utterly statistically ridiculous. That is to say that it could happen, weirdness happens all the time (Particularly on Dromund Kaas, with the ancient Sith temples and the Sith Order themselves, with little morals, plenty of time, funding, and determination) in her reality of origin.

So with that in mind, she sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose, "It is one. I'm fortunate that I seem to be the only one from a world like mine who's stuck around, which makes it easier, particularly since the original portal has since collapsed upon itself."

This was why she had a PINpoint at all--she got trapped on this side.

Which wasn't...entirely a bad thing, but she still has shit to do. Unfinished shit to do.

"But if nothing else, I'm in a similar situation so you're at least not alone, even if there's bloody little I can do right now for either of our situations."

[rogueinladysclothing]

"Solidarity can be a powerful thing," she agrees, "though it would be lovely if we could figure out some kind of resolution that didn't include the possibility of losing our worlds."

It's said somberly, because in her case, that's exactly what many of the options she's considered lead to. What a horrifying, insomnia-inducing thought it's been.

"I am glad you're able to travel between both places, though. That's a comfort I am envious of." Her smile is light, but sad. The jealousy should be quite understandable, though.