(her vacant stare is as intimidating as everything else is. his thoughts don't linger there, however, understanding their situation. maybe she's traumatized; people behave strangely when in mourning.
that's why they're all so lost, isn't it? they're grieving themselves.)
Monsters? You mean the Reapers? (jonas stammers, his fingers still wedged between his neck and the metal collar they locked around it. if the shackles weren't so damn restrictingβand surprisingly heavyβhe might have better range of motion.) They fled, didn't they? What's happening out there?
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that's why they're all so lost, isn't it? they're grieving themselves.)
Monsters? You mean the Reapers? (jonas stammers, his fingers still wedged between his neck and the metal collar they locked around it. if the shackles weren't so damn restrictingβand surprisingly heavyβhe might have better range of motion.) They fled, didn't they? What's happening out there?