[lucina. he can't speak, but the small rumble that escapes him after she says it is likely him repeating it to himself to commit it to memory. his grasp on his memories is tenuous at the best of times, but he finds it easier to take in new information than to try and cast his mind back to the past. those were purposefully drilled out of him. these, and his journey, were not.
he gives her a thumbs up after she speaks, evidently agreeing with all she says. it was a stroke of luck that he ran into someone who was willing to try instead of just attacking him.
delta walks behind her, footsteps heavy enough that she can likely feel the vibrations through the cement of the pavement, every now and then they get slightly lighter as he tries to manouver around people or bins. it's so different to rapture, it's almost laughable. he was fully entranced by the cars when he got out the porter building.
if she looks back to him at any point, when he's not looking around at what they're passing, he gives her a thumbs up.]
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he gives her a thumbs up after she speaks, evidently agreeing with all she says. it was a stroke of luck that he ran into someone who was willing to try instead of just attacking him.
delta walks behind her, footsteps heavy enough that she can likely feel the vibrations through the cement of the pavement, every now and then they get slightly lighter as he tries to manouver around people or bins. it's so different to rapture, it's almost laughable. he was fully entranced by the cars when he got out the porter building.
if she looks back to him at any point, when he's not looking around at what they're passing, he gives her a thumbs up.]