That does get another sidelong glance out of him, silent and considering. It sounds too ordinary an ailment for her (already, he's decided, that's the case), but don't kids her age (and younger) die of ordinary causes all the time?
He wonders briefly if they all come here, or to similar places, too - but the thought dismisses itself as politely and swiftly as the rest of his deeper concerns about here. The where's not his, after all. Just a pit stop for the afternoon.
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given the food in Midgar is probably low-grade radioactive, probably neutral
Date: 2013-06-10 10:44 pm (UTC)Oh yeah. She's dead.
That does get another sidelong glance out of him, silent and considering. It sounds too ordinary an ailment for her (already, he's decided, that's the case), but don't kids her age (and younger) die of ordinary causes all the time?
He wonders briefly if they all come here, or to similar places, too - but the thought dismisses itself as politely and swiftly as the rest of his deeper concerns about here. The where's not his, after all. Just a pit stop for the afternoon.
He shakes his head as the reverie breaks. ]
You don't have to. This stuff's fine.