The cool, detached voice naturally belonged to Cheris.
She stood before the elevator, her emerald eyes gazing over with a hint of careless languor.
Don't assume that with Cheris's abilities, she had long been aware of everything that had just transpired.
The truth was quite the opposite.
As a being of long-lived status, the turning of a single one of her thoughts was exceedingly slow, like the revolution of a star.
Under normal circumstances, it was best to treat them as ordinary people.
Ordinary reaction speeds, ordinary perceptive ranges, ordinary temporal dimensions of life.
This was the confidence granted to them by the near-immortality of their long-lived status.
They didn't need to constantly maintain the omniscient perspective that could perceive all things.
Because doing so would accelerate the Great Rip and shorten their already limited lifespans.
