[She chances a peek up when he calls her off. Forgive her, there's a tear or two that's leaked loose. It's just so fucking unfair. How was she supposed to prove herself trustworthy when she's got a lunatic hitching a ride in her head?
He still looks furious. There's still a knife in his hand. And it's still so dark out, and she has no idea how she got here. There was a call for help from Serene, yes, and she could remember making the trek to the city. What happened from there is a mystery.
Then there's a horrid clatter. Smashing. She pulls up even more. The handsome man standing aside had dropped something? A lantern?
Wait, she does remember that. The Mourning Lantern.]
You — you broke it?! [Fukawa crawls back up on unsteady legs, posture still hunched.] Isn't th-that the thing that was keeping the trees from attacking?
["It's hardly my fault," intones the man. "You have only yourself to blame." Fukawa squawks.]
Excuse you?! You were the one holding it! M-moron! [She starts pulling at her hair, loosing a growl of frustration.] Great! J-just great! Now what are we supposed to do?
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He still looks furious. There's still a knife in his hand. And it's still so dark out, and she has no idea how she got here. There was a call for help from Serene, yes, and she could remember making the trek to the city. What happened from there is a mystery.
Then there's a horrid clatter. Smashing. She pulls up even more. The handsome man standing aside had dropped something? A lantern?
Wait, she does remember that. The Mourning Lantern.]
You — you broke it?! [Fukawa crawls back up on unsteady legs, posture still hunched.] Isn't th-that the thing that was keeping the trees from attacking?
["It's hardly my fault," intones the man. "You have only yourself to blame." Fukawa squawks.]
Excuse you?! You were the one holding it! M-moron! [She starts pulling at her hair, loosing a growl of frustration.] Great! J-just great! Now what are we supposed to do?