[And that's the thing that chills her. There's a void lurking under this place, yawning and hungry. She keeps forgetting it exists until it comes around the corner into full view, and then the threat of it looms. Imagine Kaede gone, empty like the trees.
Or, imagine that she's just going crazy. That nothing is wrong, the way nothing about Kaede's face is wrong, and the problem here is the simple, material one of Erika's distance.
She hopes she doesn't - well, of course she looks uncertain. She doesn't hide things anymore, not really. But she hopes it's not enough of what she is to undermine the rest.
That pause is ominous. Then, she pokes Kaede delicately in the nose.]
Don't run off on your own. [Short, sweet, to the point.] How long is it? What's your compensation?
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Or, imagine that she's just going crazy. That nothing is wrong, the way nothing about Kaede's face is wrong, and the problem here is the simple, material one of Erika's distance.
She hopes she doesn't - well, of course she looks uncertain. She doesn't hide things anymore, not really. But she hopes it's not enough of what she is to undermine the rest.
That pause is ominous. Then, she pokes Kaede delicately in the nose.]
Don't run off on your own. [Short, sweet, to the point.] How long is it? What's your compensation?