he's moving on his own now, but it probably says something that she doesn't let go of his hand. maybe it's for his sake, maybe it's for hers—the image of ludger's face as she falls, falls, falls, burns in the back of her eyelids, beside the thoughts of —why a tipless sword? did kashuu break? and she hates this place.
she's silent as she moves, and it's not until they finally reach the doors they entered from that she realizes she's been moving quickly. ]
... Sorry.
[ she should've been gentler. probably. she shouldn't have looked at the mirrors so intently. she shouldn't have stopped. ]
Are you all right?
[ "calm days suck" — ceres, probably.
"i should probably drop kashuu's hand" — not milla. ]
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he's moving on his own now, but it probably says something that she doesn't let go of his hand. maybe it's for his sake, maybe it's for hers—the image of ludger's face as she falls, falls, falls, burns in the back of her eyelids, beside the thoughts of —why a tipless sword? did kashuu break? and she hates this place.
she's silent as she moves, and it's not until they finally reach the doors they entered from that she realizes she's been moving quickly. ]
... Sorry.
[ she should've been gentler. probably. she shouldn't have looked at the mirrors so intently. she shouldn't have stopped. ]
Are you all right?
[ "calm days suck" — ceres, probably.
"i should probably drop kashuu's hand" — not milla. ]