warped.

[Touko Fukawa]

The dictionary definition of Nexus sat there in her mind, being poked and prodded from all angles. It was the... Center, or core of something, connecting things. A pretentious as hell word for it, but that was what it meant. And if what this guy said was true... well, it was a suitable enough name for it. ...Not that knowing the name answered the hundreds of other questions she had.

"Hmph... Wh-what kind of person buys a building this big and doesn't put anything in it?" She opened her eyes again for a moment, just to get a slightly better look around. Clearly some misunderstanding of the situation there, but whatever. "Except... Wh-whatever that was." This time she glanced back towards the Fountain, which seemed to be shifting- making her squint. No, that must have been her imagination. Or maybe she just needed new glasses.

Though by this point her supposed "escort" had changed the topic, seemingly having realized some mistake. Oh, great, danger. Fabulous. Just what she wanted to hear as the next stop for her today after being tossed into a seemingly endless void, white room. That being said, while she didn't enjoy the thought of being taken somewhere dangerous...

She mumbled to herself quietly, though still loud enough to be heard, biting her thumb as she did. "I-it's not like there's anywhere left that's... not dangerous, right?" She did not care to explain herself here, figuring that he should know what she meant. Shouldn't he? Though, when she asked herself why she thought that, she couldn't come up with a real answer either. It was just another looming sense of dread in the back of her mind that she couldn't shake.

God, she hated those. And she especially hated when they were right. Which was more often than not, given that she shared emotions with her other half- she was no stranger to being saddled with feelings she didn't understand or want.

"A-and after all, to you I'm just some... Trash you picked up along the way." She was grumbling again, clearly addressing his question but not looking at him while doing it. Still off in her own little world, as usual. "There's... There's n-no point in going out of your way just for someone like me, right?" Though out of context this sounded like obvious guilt tripping, Fukawa's intonation made it clear she was being serious. Or, at least, that she didn't care enough about their destination to object.

Of course, Fukawa had never been to the Moors. She had no idea what she was getting into. And when she got there... Well. There was a good chance she would be changing her mind.