[(Drama is great but if you ask Fukawa, Romance is best.)]
I'll say. [Understatement indeed. They're not flush with choices here, are they? She thinks back to what Vasiliy said on the roller rink, how there might be someone trapped with them who's an expert on these matters. Astrophysicists, paranormal investigators, maybe a literal sorcerer. She damn sure hopes there is. So far she has a frilly Shakespearean fop (who she will later learn is an ancient sea captain), an EMT, a zombie hunter, and herself, a prodigal schoolgirl novelist turned freedom fighter. Not a lick of intergalactic know-how among them.]
Y-yeah. No matter how ridiculous it is, it's better to face the truth than deny it. Or hide from it. [Fukawa takes another bite, a touch bigger than before. It's nice, this frankness he has, this anchoring ease. Daryl's still a stranger and a much older man, there's no world in which Fukawa would implicitly trust him. But she feels better now than she did skulking around the mall alone. He just gets it. The unease, the pessimism, the knowledge of what the worst could be and how close it is to happening. Everyone else is always telling her she's crying wolf.]
Um...I g-guess if we're stuck here, I'll let you know if I see anything. Or find some d-decent information about this Mayor asshole, or the curse. You're staying at the hotel, right?
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I'll say. [Understatement indeed. They're not flush with choices here, are they? She thinks back to what Vasiliy said on the roller rink, how there might be someone trapped with them who's an expert on these matters. Astrophysicists, paranormal investigators, maybe a literal sorcerer. She damn sure hopes there is. So far she has a frilly Shakespearean fop (who she will later learn is an ancient sea captain), an EMT, a zombie hunter, and herself, a prodigal schoolgirl novelist turned freedom fighter. Not a lick of intergalactic know-how among them.]
Y-yeah. No matter how ridiculous it is, it's better to face the truth than deny it. Or hide from it. [Fukawa takes another bite, a touch bigger than before. It's nice, this frankness he has, this anchoring ease. Daryl's still a stranger and a much older man, there's no world in which Fukawa would implicitly trust him. But she feels better now than she did skulking around the mall alone. He just gets it. The unease, the pessimism, the knowledge of what the worst could be and how close it is to happening. Everyone else is always telling her she's crying wolf.]
Um...I g-guess if we're stuck here, I'll let you know if I see anything. Or find some d-decent information about this Mayor asshole, or the curse. You're staying at the hotel, right?