Re: [Dream Training]
Hannah accepted that there was a lot she didn't know. She asked a lot of questions, always, always, and she wasn't embarrassed or ashamed by lack of knowledge. She was a thirsty little sponge, one that wanted to soak up every drop of everything the world offered, and she didn't think ignorance was a bad thing. Everyone had to learn things, and no one was born just knowing, and this was just more learning, more understanding, only this time it was much more important. Back and forth went cornflower eyes, as if she was watching a volleyball game that was being played with words, body language, and pauses.
She still didn't understand how they got whoever they wanted to dream hooked up to a needle, but she didn't need to understand that right now. Later, later, and she had feelings blooming about the whole thing, but shhhh, later. Right now, she thought a little bit about terms of endearment. She didn't use them, but maybe she should. Hugh did sometimes, but she never did, and whirl and whirl went her mind, and then she was focused on Arthur and his beautiful suit once more, mentally lining that up with the fact that he was admitting that dreaming was a weapon most of the time. She suddenly kind of wished she was back with the military, where she wasn't an active part of their attempts to clone humanity in AI form for the purposes of war.
"It's okay," she said of the needle prick, and it was okay. She had a really, really abnormally high pain threshold.
She settled the coat over herself a little better as she reclined back, and she didn't watch the interaction between the two men. She kind of felt oddly as if she was in a book, and she didn't turn the page yet. She smiled a little about Arthur's cufflinks comment to Eames, but she was already slipping into slow. Slow, quiet, thick, and sleep.