[now, see. she has heard about salem. she has heard that salem was immortal, and that she was killed enough times that she forgot who she was, which always did seem a little brutal. but she is not immortal because of the dream, and that's new information. along with everything else here. like, what?]

[anna backs away just by one step and straightens up a little, like she can tell she's touched a very unexpected nerve. despite that, the whole... mythology here compels her. and what she's focusing on is not the creation myth (that seems to be a creation reality) or the eschatological threat. because no matter how realistic it all seems, those parts aren't the weirdest mythology she's ever heard. no, the thing that does get her solely because of how real it is is...]

They blew up the moon? What the fuck, just out of spite? "Good luck having tides and werewolves, assholes, see you in a millennium"? [she pushes her hair out of her face on instinct, like she's adjusting an eyepatch that isn't there.] Well, they sound like huge dicks. Hope you get to kick their asses when they come back.