[Mia tries to ignore the dead behind her, but they're trying to address her now. She turns away from Alex to swat at Billy, but really, his impossible face is hard to look at-- especially when Clear talks, and distracts them. Mia listens, brows knitting together-- but before she can manage a response Billy grabs something, whether he was reaching for her hair or not. What he gets is her scarf, the scarf she's worn from the start of her career, the one Lana tied for her the first time- it grips her neck and she gasps, grabbing the fabric that Billy's pulling on, leaning back to give it slack as not to choke. She wrestles her fingers under the fabric until she can give herself some room- any room- to breathe, gasping and managing a--]
Just-- trust-- me!
[She has to ignore the drumming feelings of how can he trust you? who even are you? in the back of her mind, instead focusing on those earlier thoughts of Maya. On the memory of Alex, grinning as he shot the carnival basketballs through the hoop, living like a real kid-- even if Ghost can't remember whose memory that is. It's a memory of a kid who didn't deserve this, for heaven's sake.]
Please-- Alex!
[But the awkward position she's in with this scarf is making it hard to fight back, leaned over like a jojo's pose with a silent hill wanna-be on the other end of Mia's yellow scarf. She lets go of it with one hand to reach for Alex, just for that extra leverage-- surely the two of them are stronger than a corpse, but not when she can't easily sit up to pull away.]
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Just-- trust-- me!
[She has to ignore the drumming feelings of how can he trust you? who even are you? in the back of her mind, instead focusing on those earlier thoughts of Maya. On the memory of Alex, grinning as he shot the carnival basketballs through the hoop, living like a real kid-- even if Ghost can't remember whose memory that is. It's a memory of a kid who didn't deserve this, for heaven's sake.]
Please-- Alex!
[But the awkward position she's in with this scarf is making it hard to fight back, leaned over like a jojo's pose with a silent hill wanna-be on the other end of Mia's yellow scarf. She lets go of it with one hand to reach for Alex, just for that extra leverage-- surely the two of them are stronger than a corpse, but not when she can't easily sit up to pull away.]