He hesitates. He keeps being so sure that these strings are real, that everyone is being controlled. There are moments when the people around him seem to dissolve into strands of silk, and in the last day there have been multiple times where he's had to question who was really even there and who wasn't.
Robin had said all of this was the work of the spirits and he truly wants to believe that, because the alternative is far worse.
But in a moment of clarity, he remembers there's a way to check. Reluctantly, he hooks his pistol back into the concealed holster inside his coat, and withdraws his tablet, while trying desperately to ignore the myriad hands that reach in with him and lift the tablet out seemingly for him, placing it in his lap.
"He's not in the directory," he says, as his eyes flick back up to Kuai, watching him from under his unruly bangs. "And I want to believe you."
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He hesitates. He keeps being so sure that these strings are real, that everyone is being controlled. There are moments when the people around him seem to dissolve into strands of silk, and in the last day there have been multiple times where he's had to question who was really even there and who wasn't.
Robin had said all of this was the work of the spirits and he truly wants to believe that, because the alternative is far worse.
But in a moment of clarity, he remembers there's a way to check. Reluctantly, he hooks his pistol back into the concealed holster inside his coat, and withdraws his tablet, while trying desperately to ignore the myriad hands that reach in with him and lift the tablet out seemingly for him, placing it in his lap.
"He's not in the directory," he says, as his eyes flick back up to Kuai, watching him from under his unruly bangs. "And I want to believe you."