[ Susato's gaze wanders to the side as she processes his words, at the same time, falling downcast to the floor. She has lived a sheltered life until recently, which is possibly the one reason she still had that youthful enthusiasm about the world. She doesn't want to believe it, but she knows what he's said lines up perfectly with other murmurs she has heard.

Surely they can't all be lying? ]

How can you live like that?

[ There's no aggression to her voice, she doesn't question what he's saying. It's just... a genuine question. ]

That is... Surely there must be a some misunderstanding. We can't just be mere acts in a play, for them. And I don't want to become an animal. [ or any of those other things. ]