She didn't meet his eyes as he spoke, his voice as smooth as silk across her frayed nerves. Her mismatched eyes swept the surroundings, and she tried hard to swallow past the lump in her throat. Mortification burned within her, despair tempered with aching- she had to find him. She had to find Dante. Again and again, her mind hammered out the details of her barely formed plan; ask Adrian to help, and find Dante. Then figure out how to get home.
Still, as he spoke, his voice quiet and smooth, she peered over to him timidly through a fringe of misplaced white hair, timid and cautious. She watched him place his hand upon her tearstain... and even as she obediently stared at the spot, it vanished before her eyes.
Her heart beat faster, and her eyes grew wide. This wasn't right. Things like this- and things like her- did not have a place here in this world. All of her strange new knowledge said that this wasn't possible.
She felt fear- and hope. So Adrian wasn't what he looked like, either!
Her lips parted in a startled gasp, and a frail sort of smile crept over her features. A timid, tired expression, as she studied the place that her tears had marked not moments ago. "I- I see." She stammered.
"S-so you're... not like everyone else here, too?" She asked quietly, daring to meet his eye with hers. Her heart began to hammer frantially against her chest. She was taking a risk... but Light, if it were true, just imagine! Maybe he came from back home, too! Maybe he knew a way out?
Possibilities rose and fell beneath a tide of hopes, dreams beginning to form before fading. She didn't know anything yet.
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