[If anything, the grip on her arms only tightens as she stares up at him, slowly shaking her head. That must have been the only real choice presented, if they were to go back. And Hinata... looks, if not the same, than similiar enough that it's not frighteningly different.
Go back, to where she and almost their entire class are in comas. She breathes again, a short exhale, and almost gives a start at Hinata's observation that she's going to hurt herself, releasing her own arms and letting her hands dangle uselessly at her sides.]
You... you said fifteen. Not sixteen.
[She surmises it has something to do with the "traitor," but which person? And what happened to them?]
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[If anything, the grip on her arms only tightens as she stares up at him, slowly shaking her head. That must have been the only real choice presented, if they were to go back. And Hinata... looks, if not the same, than similiar enough that it's not frighteningly different.
Go back, to where she and almost their entire class are in comas. She breathes again, a short exhale, and almost gives a start at Hinata's observation that she's going to hurt herself, releasing her own arms and letting her hands dangle uselessly at her sides.]
You... you said fifteen. Not sixteen.
[She surmises it has something to do with the "traitor," but which person? And what happened to them?]