[ there's a soft, concerned look when she hugs herself, and it looks for a minute like he might reach out, though... he doesn't want to intrude on her personal space without asking, like a nice boy, and instead he just swallows. ]
No. [ and that's... hard. ] ... We... we have to figure out how to get out of this. This... this kind of thing shouldn't be in vain.
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... He was so kind to me. Even if he pretended to be prickly about it, he... [ oogh. his eyes fall on that line about a beloved sister again, and he sucks in a breath, shaking his head. ] And Mr. Aventurine was locked in with us, yesterday. How did he even get out...?
... I mean, we managed to leave the cabin this morning without any trouble. So whatever was blocking our door must have moved at some point between the time we fell asleep and earlier today.
Maybe... Aventurine woke up around the time the door was unlocked again and left to check it out. But when he stepped outside, he was attacked and killed by one of the cultists.
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No. [ and that's... hard. ] ... We... we have to figure out how to get out of this. This... this kind of thing shouldn't be in vain.
[ ... ]
... He was so kind to me. Even if he pretended to be prickly about it, he... [ oogh. his eyes fall on that line about a beloved sister again, and he sucks in a breath, shaking his head. ] And Mr. Aventurine was locked in with us, yesterday. How did he even get out...?
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Maybe... Aventurine woke up around the time the door was unlocked again and left to check it out. But when he stepped outside, he was attacked and killed by one of the cultists.