[ There's something repugnant about turning his back on a weeping girl. His muscles are stiff, his gait unnatural, as he turns towards the bedroom. His hands are shoved firmly into his pockets to keep them from going for the gun in its holster. ]
Can't hurt to explore, right?
[ It can, actually. Moving from room to room has taken him to places he didn't want to go - and led others to places he didn't want them to be. But if the cost of getting her away from this echo of cruelty is letting her see a memory of his, or taking him to a different memory of hers, that's damned fine by him. ]
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[ There's something repugnant about turning his back on a weeping girl. His muscles are stiff, his gait unnatural, as he turns towards the bedroom. His hands are shoved firmly into his pockets to keep them from going for the gun in its holster. ]
Can't hurt to explore, right?
[ It can, actually. Moving from room to room has taken him to places he didn't want to go - and led others to places he didn't want them to be. But if the cost of getting her away from this echo of cruelty is letting her see a memory of his, or taking him to a different memory of hers, that's damned fine by him. ]