[She's saying a lot of words that sound important. Later on, he'll remember all of this and get mad for not asking a billion more questions, but for now it's in one ear and out the other. He's staring at the stains on her dress, her creaking wooden legs, why are they wood, he can't fix wood]
Who are you? [his mouth moves ahead of his addled mind. the mask wavers. he doesn't understand] Why are you here? You're not supposed to be here. You were with her. You...
[dirt under fingernails, a flutter of white petals
Abruptly, he turns around—at least, he tries to. His legs buckle underneath him. Fingers dig into soil once more, a panicked hiss welling up from his throat. Where is she?]
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Who are you? [his mouth moves ahead of his addled mind. the mask wavers. he doesn't understand] Why are you here? You're not supposed to be here. You were with her. You...
[dirt under fingernails, a flutter of white petals
Abruptly, he turns around—at least, he tries to. His legs buckle underneath him. Fingers dig into soil once more, a panicked hiss welling up from his throat. Where is she?]