[ The butterfly Omen is unbothered by the inversion, dangling from Gideon's nose as the girl heaves and sputters. Gideon's derision is met by more of a feeling than a sound, a little curl of gentle sadness. ]
You made her think about me.
[ That's never a good thing. She knows that much, even if she knows so little anymore about anything else. ]
Are you okay to stand? [ She wants - she wants something. Hands? ] Take it slow. Do you have anything to eat? Sugar helps.
[ Old, dim memories are just out of sight around a corner, or behind a dark, dusty glass. She thinks they might be hers. ]
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You made her think about me.
[ That's never a good thing. She knows that much, even if she knows so little anymore about anything else. ]
Are you okay to stand? [ She wants - she wants something. Hands? ] Take it slow. Do you have anything to eat? Sugar helps.
[ Old, dim memories are just out of sight around a corner, or behind a dark, dusty glass. She thinks they might be hers. ]