[Her eyes grow wide and, for once, she's almost at a loss for words. Almost.]
The Dolorosa? My lusus, the Virgin Mother Grub told me stories of you but I always assumed they were simply wiggler tales, rather like the stories of Marquise Spinneret Mindfang which Vriska loves or of the Neophyte Redglare who Terezi attempts to emulate with her mangled scalemates. But you are real. However...if you are real, then how are you alive? Those of that era all passed many, many sweeps ago. And, respectfully, we have most certainly not spoken that I recall.
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The Dolorosa? My lusus, the Virgin Mother Grub told me stories of you but I always assumed they were simply wiggler tales, rather like the stories of Marquise Spinneret Mindfang which Vriska loves or of the Neophyte Redglare who Terezi attempts to emulate with her mangled scalemates. But you are real. However...if you are real, then how are you alive? Those of that era all passed many, many sweeps ago. And, respectfully, we have most certainly not spoken that I recall.