The bats, sure, but moreso the people — a few of the other visitors shoot glances towards the two strange-looking girls, and then quickly push their attention elsewhere, hoping to avoid notice. Ruka, at least, is very used to the sensation of being looked at, of being watched; the discomfort is familiar.
She looks instead at Cecelia, voice still cool, level. "It's a possibility, is all. Just like someone having done something to hurt you is a possibility. Just like nothing having happened, or going to happen, are possibilities. Only, I don't know which one it is."
The way her head tilts to get a better look at the other girl makes the injury to her face more obvious.
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The bats, sure, but moreso the people — a few of the other visitors shoot glances towards the two strange-looking girls, and then quickly push their attention elsewhere, hoping to avoid notice. Ruka, at least, is very used to the sensation of being looked at, of being watched; the discomfort is familiar.
She looks instead at Cecelia, voice still cool, level. "It's a possibility, is all. Just like someone having done something to hurt you is a possibility. Just like nothing having happened, or going to happen, are possibilities. Only, I don't know which one it is."
The way her head tilts to get a better look at the other girl makes the injury to her face more obvious.
"So, will you tell me? Or must I guess?"