The new month had only just begun. It was a strange time, between the platform and finding out what mission they would be going on. Too much time. Too much thinking.
She had a lot to think about. Gauig, Sanzo's death, returning to the train. Other Sanzo being here. She'd rather do other things. The cinema carriage had had people in it so she had found a seat in the standard carriage, or rather she had sat on one of the tables, back against the window and knees to her chest, hood up, book in hand.
She's reading In this House You May Scream again. Hopefully no one else ever wanted to read it because she hadn't put it back in the library since she had first taken it out months ago.
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For Devero. Month of Quicksand. Before misison
Date: 2022-03-15 07:43 pm (UTC)She had a lot to think about. Gauig, Sanzo's death, returning to the train. Other Sanzo being here. She'd rather do other things. The cinema carriage had had people in it so she had found a seat in the standard carriage, or rather she had sat on one of the tables, back against the window and knees to her chest, hood up, book in hand.
She's reading In this House You May Scream again. Hopefully no one else ever wanted to read it because she hadn't put it back in the library since she had first taken it out months ago.