[There won't ever come a time when weird noises don't make her look over her shoulder or wake her in the middle of the night. She relishes in the little comforts she has-a cat, the memory of Seto's warm hand in hers, other pairs of eyes and ears around her to look out for the things she can't see, but she's never been safe. Not in hospital rooms or surrounded by ghosts. She gave up on that long ago.
The knowledge he has a weapon to protect himself is one that will stick with her. He might be another brave person that can fight and defend himself when the world gets too scary for him. She can add that to her list of small comforts as well.]
You can dust with that kind of thing too. That's what she said.
[She raises her arm up and makes a stabbing motion with her hand, though it's apparent she doesn't quite understand the meaning the gesture by the way she wiggles her fingers in the air afterwards. Sup dreamworld.]
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The knowledge he has a weapon to protect himself is one that will stick with her. He might be another brave person that can fight and defend himself when the world gets too scary for him. She can add that to her list of small comforts as well.]
You can dust with that kind of thing too. That's what she said.
[She raises her arm up and makes a stabbing motion with her hand, though it's apparent she doesn't quite understand the meaning the gesture by the way she wiggles her fingers in the air afterwards. Sup dreamworld.]
...Are you alone here?