[Although he catches the glance, he opts not to acknowledge it. His relationship with gratitude is a tumultuous one; best to ignore and carry on. He takes a step back, crossing his arms.
She doesn't look quite so much like she's about to go tripping down the stairs and break her neck, so that's at least an improvement on the way she'd come rushing out of one of the rooms.]
No sense blaming yourself. This place doesn't play by any normal rules.
[M.K. had been in Beacon when it'd treated them to a graveyard with their own headstones and the chance to live through the memories of each other's last moments. If whatever power at work can do that, what can't it do?
A tilt of his head betrays the question before he even asks it.]
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She doesn't look quite so much like she's about to go tripping down the stairs and break her neck, so that's at least an improvement on the way she'd come rushing out of one of the rooms.]
No sense blaming yourself. This place doesn't play by any normal rules.
[M.K. had been in Beacon when it'd treated them to a graveyard with their own headstones and the chance to live through the memories of each other's last moments. If whatever power at work can do that, what can't it do?
A tilt of his head betrays the question before he even asks it.]
... What did you see?