That's exactly it.

[ not exactly it, but maybe a conversation for another time, caught up in the fascination of her specialized doll creations. he comes across plenty of strange things around here, enough to ask questions, but he wouldn't have taken her for a burning witchcraft kind of girl, especially since, as a nurse, he'd hoped she learned more towards realistic measures.

while it isn't voodoo (which he knows to be absolute bullshit, especially with how often people assume his envoy tricks involve it), it's definitely a lean towards superstitious, something he isn't inclined to believe, but — well, it's interesting that she does.

the date means little to him; of course he has a new years and he's taken part in vague celebrations of it, but the calendar is plenty different between harlan's world and earth, so his own personal timing runs at a different pace.

but he watches her with the sticks, imagining what she's describing and scoffs up a slight chuckle before shaking his head. ]

Sounds like I might need a lot more sticks.

[ if they're talking bad thoughts and experiences. he hasn't even been awake for more than four months this year and he's already had countless near death experiences, countless actual death experiences in vr, and a gripping heartache that's had him dragging himself for the past week. ]

So, it's ... what, just a way to tell yourself "move on"? Little mental cheer boost?