camena | homophonic: rang lee

[Rang looks from her to this monument, and waits a beat as he tries to place this in his memory of art that's famous.

...he doesn't know what this is....]

Hmm, in that case... [but alex's answer gives him a nice out, otherwise he'd just stand here for the longest time thinking of all secrets that aren't really his,]

I have a scar on my body, [he touches the corner of his abdomen and then draws it in a diagonal line across his body, all the way to his heart] at least this big. It's very ugly, so I don't like people looking at it.

People always think scars are uglier than they really are. But bodies are just bodies, right? It's just something else that makes it unique.

[ that's how she thinks of it anyway. ]

What's it from? [ nosy ass ]

[It's a kind thing to say, even if it's a sentiment Rang rarely ever hears. He dips his head a little, amused at the question,]

If I tell you, then you'll owe me two secrets.

I don't have a lot of secrets to tell. But—sure. I can... Think of something.

[smiling]

You can always just tell me one now, and save the second one for later, when you think of something.

[he can be gracious!!! he is extorting secrets -- he can be gracious!!!]

How's that sound?

Sure.

[ ...... well, ]

I, uh. Tuned into something in a cave. And unleashed 97 ghosts from a submarine accident a long time ago. Before coming here. [ which she hasn't really mentioned to anyone yet. so. secret? ]