[Reiju doesn't eat just yet. She holds her portion of the meal with the one free hand, watching Ninety-Nine as she listens—and remembers.
It's not something she can imagine for herself, not when she was born already made. It's the sort of plight from which she thinks he might suffer; ergo, what she can imagine is that Ninety-Nine suffered the most in that moment.]
. . . And now you're here.
[Lost? Surviving? Captured again? Reiju hasn't the wisdom to say.]
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It's not something she can imagine for herself, not when she was born already made. It's the sort of plight from which she thinks he might suffer; ergo, what she can imagine is that Ninety-Nine suffered the most in that moment.]
. . . And now you're here.
[Lost? Surviving? Captured again? Reiju hasn't the wisdom to say.]