When she says that, Mathias looks up, his eyebrow arching curiously and he looks at Veronica silently, studying her as if he's looking for some kind of answer on her face. He's just thinking, considering her words in relation to some of the people he's seen here. This place has its geniuses and it has its fictional people, but more often than not, Mathias dismisses that, refuses to think about it.
"Handpicked by what?" he asks finally. There is nothing to have picked them, he's sure of this. It's the luck of the draw or just a strange twist on death for some of them, but he's interested in what she thinks.
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Date: 2009-03-01 02:54 pm (UTC)"Handpicked by what?" he asks finally. There is nothing to have picked them, he's sure of this. It's the luck of the draw or just a strange twist on death for some of them, but he's interested in what she thinks.