[Her face washes grey, fading her out even under these dim lights. Something doesn't sit right in the word. She remembers butterflies and a teacher guide, and wishing he would hold her hand.
She also remembers a masked body in the garden. The knife stood proud as a flag, lodged square in its heart.
Toko flinches. A bubble of nausea teases her throat and she must forcefully swallow it back. The image is gone. The specifics have leaked away. But where did it come from?]
No. N-not school.
[Does it matter? She bites at her lip. Yes, it does, but the reason why is muddied. What would she do with the information, anyway? Is she supposed to play detective, work backwards and solve the whole mystery?
That's not your talent.
Toko takes a second inventory of Dimitri. She doesn't feel threatened. All his facts and stats have fluttered away but her gut isn't pulling queasy rolls at the sight of him. She wants to draw closer. While she can't qualify why, she knows he's someone to be relied on. At least for now. Until they find someone better.]
Let's just...stick together. And g-go look for people. [Finally, she takes those last steps. Though she hunches and fidgets and averts her eyes, she's brave enough to come within arms reach. She even extends her own, waiting on him to take hold.
You know, they did hold hands once. There was a flame to guide their way.]
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[Her face washes grey, fading her out even under these dim lights. Something doesn't sit right in the word. She remembers butterflies and a teacher guide, and wishing he would hold her hand.
She also remembers a masked body in the garden. The knife stood proud as a flag, lodged square in its heart.
Toko flinches. A bubble of nausea teases her throat and she must forcefully swallow it back. The image is gone. The specifics have leaked away. But where did it come from?]
No. N-not school.
[Does it matter? She bites at her lip. Yes, it does, but the reason why is muddied. What would she do with the information, anyway? Is she supposed to play detective, work backwards and solve the whole mystery?
That's not your talent.
Toko takes a second inventory of Dimitri. She doesn't feel threatened. All his facts and stats have fluttered away but her gut isn't pulling queasy rolls at the sight of him. She wants to draw closer. While she can't qualify why, she knows he's someone to be relied on. At least for now. Until they find someone better.]
Let's just...stick together. And g-go look for people. [Finally, she takes those last steps. Though she hunches and fidgets and averts her eyes, she's brave enough to come within arms reach. She even extends her own, waiting on him to take hold.
You know, they did hold hands once. There was a flame to guide their way.]
There has to be someone around with answers.