[her eyes flick downwards, away from the locket, as she listens. ordinary people going mad, eating others, forgetting everything they ever were — she knows that story. call it the rising in their world, details are a bit different, but it comes down to the same thing.]
I'm sorry. About your friend.
[about his world, too. she hasn't thought out the idea of what other worlds might've had a rising or anything like it, and how many haven't, but it's not the sort of thing she'd wish on anyone. there's a twist to her lip; apologetic, she supposes. she's heard too many i'm sorrys — for her brother, henry, lisa, plenty others — and it's a shit thing to say. get sick of hearing it before long, but there's not much else to say, times like those.]
video;
I'm sorry. About your friend.
[about his world, too. she hasn't thought out the idea of what other worlds might've had a rising or anything like it, and how many haven't, but it's not the sort of thing she'd wish on anyone. there's a twist to her lip; apologetic, she supposes. she's heard too many i'm sorrys — for her brother, henry, lisa, plenty others — and it's a shit thing to say. get sick of hearing it before long, but there's not much else to say, times like those.]