[He wonders, idly, as he hears her footsteps after his, if it's possible for a being such as he to be stuck in a memory loop. Because those words are playing over and over again in his head. Seeing her face as she was the first to turn, knowing her brother would follow. Knowing... that scrap of kinship was gone.]
[It was over...]
[He shakes his head, once, decisively, shoving it all aside, and making way for her in the small, broken down hall.]
Oh, you know me. Always the showman -- it's nice though, hm? Very, post-apocalyptic.
It suits me.
[The last said with the flicker of a sardonic smirk. Then he's sobering.]
OK FRIEND 8C
[He wonders, idly, as he hears her footsteps after his, if it's possible for a being such as he to be stuck in a memory loop. Because those words are playing over and over again in his head. Seeing her face as she was the first to turn, knowing her brother would follow. Knowing... that scrap of kinship was gone.]
[It was over...]
[He shakes his head, once, decisively, shoving it all aside, and making way for her in the small, broken down hall.]
Oh, you know me. Always the showman -- it's nice though, hm? Very, post-apocalyptic.
It suits me.
[The last said with the flicker of a sardonic smirk. Then he's sobering.]
No Pietro then?