he's near the entrance to the sim room, still looking down at his phone for a moment to process. there's a sharp breath before he looks up and realizes he's not alone.]
[Her footfalls are soft, but with these modern shoes not exactly soundless. She wipes at her eye, clearing away a thin line of tears and blinking fast, eyes red. Otherwise she's keeping her voice and gait even.]
[he pauses and does genuinely think about it for a moment, but:]
...I don't think so. Or at least, I can't think of a way they'd wind up in the museum and the simulation room if they fought each other. But I guess something really weird could've happened.
Oh, you know. [She takes a heavy sigh.] I'm very tired, and very sad, and very angry. I just don't know what to do with any of it, other than make sure that other people are handling it a little bit better. Not hurting themselves in some way.
[She takes his hand in both of hers, giving it a gentle pat.]
You're very sweet to check on me, Rupert. To think of other first. I hope you're managing alright? [she dips her head, catching his eye a little better with a small smile.] Not stifling any great bursts of rage, are you?
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he's near the entrance to the sim room, still looking down at his phone for a moment to process. there's a sharp breath before he looks up and realizes he's not alone.]
—Rosamund?
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[Her footfalls are soft, but with these modern shoes not exactly soundless. She wipes at her eye, clearing away a thin line of tears and blinking fast, eyes red. Otherwise she's keeping her voice and gait even.]
Were you with him? Overnight? Or with Vi?
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I was with both of them - we fell asleep in the simulation room with a bunch of others.
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[She inhales sharply.]
...I wonder, then. Maybe they tried to help each other? Or did one... [go for the other?
It's an unpleasant thought. But not impossible. Maybe there's only one living killer left to look for, or it's two. Grim lines of thinking, both.]
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[he doesn't quite follow that thought, so he gives her a confused glance, waiting to see if she'll go on.]
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[she winces a little as she says it.]
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...I don't think so. Or at least, I can't think of a way they'd wind up in the museum and the simulation room if they fought each other. But I guess something really weird could've happened.
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[She shakes her head.]
But that's not very helpful to think about. We have to save the wild theories for tomorrow.
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[more importantly:]
...How are you doing?
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[She takes his hand in both of hers, giving it a gentle pat.]
You're very sweet to check on me, Rupert. To think of other first. I hope you're managing alright? [she dips her head, catching his eye a little better with a small smile.] Not stifling any great bursts of rage, are you?