[The heels of her palms halt, jutting into her eye sockets to quell tears and phantasms. Toko takes a deep breath to summon calm and sniffles instead.]
Wh-why? Did you?
[As if it weren't obvious. Sight and sound give it all away, and not just for her this time. She can hear the gravel in his throat, and when she braves a glance Vidal has transformed into a battered man. No bruises or blood of course, but there's been a beating. Same as her.
Her hands migrate to her hair. She pulls at her scalp as she stumbles through her confession. There's no point in hiding it, and frankly, she's still scared. Holes in the sky and the spray of blood, the mania in those tar pit eyes...]
I saw...you. And this b-big clay monster thing. And this c-crazy guy who kept. Um. [She grimaces.] Flipping.
[How can she explain? It wasn't one of his shows. It wasn't — nothing they'd produced in this place was tangible like that was. She can remember more, still.]
hope the next car is just disneyworld
Wh-why? Did you?
[As if it weren't obvious. Sight and sound give it all away, and not just for her this time. She can hear the gravel in his throat, and when she braves a glance Vidal has transformed into a battered man. No bruises or blood of course, but there's been a beating. Same as her.
Her hands migrate to her hair. She pulls at her scalp as she stumbles through her confession. There's no point in hiding it, and frankly, she's still scared. Holes in the sky and the spray of blood, the mania in those tar pit eyes...]
I saw...you. And this b-big clay monster thing. And this c-crazy guy who kept. Um. [She grimaces.] Flipping.
[How can she explain? It wasn't one of his shows. It wasn't — nothing they'd produced in this place was tangible like that was. She can remember more, still.]
You had to get stitches...