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well. he didn't immediately abandon her to fend for herself after that ridiculous spiel, soooooooooooooo that's a plus?

she does squeak as he turns to leave but quickly follows behind, sandals pitter-pattering in the sand as her short legs speed to catch up to him. truthfully this is her best chance to weasel out of things and get the hell outta dodge away from her bad ideas, but after so long spent helpless in the face of looming disaster, it feels too galling now to continue to run away from her own problems.

and who knows? maybe....maybe this whole thing won't be so bad. maybe there's some truth to all the whispered gossip between the attendants that have served her over the years. it's not like she's ever had the chance to find out for herself. ]

A drink. Of course. What a splendid idea. [ all said weakly this time, as if she's trying to convince herself rather than him. ] Um...I never did get your name before. I mean, you said Number Three, but that's not really a name...unless it is and you don't actually have another name?

[ fucked up if so. ]