[It seems nothing can shake their upbeat nature. The Drifter blinks. That sort of boundless optimism is not necessarily alien to them, but it is difficult to process when so much of it is poured at them at once, like stepping into a wall of sunshine.]
[It doesn't burn, but it leaves them uncertain as to where they are meant to go.]
most are kind
[Unconsciously, they tug at the mantle of cloth that swathes the lower part of their face. None have picked them out as something worthy of ridicule or scorn due to the tint of their skin, which is more than they ever would have dared to hope prior to ending here.]
no subject
[It doesn't burn, but it leaves them uncertain as to where they are meant to go.]
most are kind
[Unconsciously, they tug at the mantle of cloth that swathes the lower part of their face. None have picked them out as something worthy of ridicule or scorn due to the tint of their skin, which is more than they ever would have dared to hope prior to ending here.]