[The hand on hers braces her further still. Her chin wobbles a moment, but she breathes deep and looks to the ground. Hold steady.]
It's the only one I have left. There's no clues anywhere, and so we have to pin all our hopes on the few places they won't let us into.
[She hasn't forgotten the brig.
The question presses hard on her flaking veneer. It's not as if she's never known death. It's not as if she's never been up against impossible odds. It's how they'd spent a week eating and drinking and throwing silly parties. Yesterday she'd been worried about dodging bête noirs.
And now she's trawling a ship so pristine it won't yield one speck out of place. Whoever wrote this story did it with tighter script than she's ever seen.]
No. I was with both of them. There were seventeen of us, in the Observation Lounge.
[She wets her lips glances behind them. It's not going to be a secret for long, but something feels so off about all of this, she'd rather not find someone in earshot behind them.]
After a while, all of us had this strange, tightening feeling in our chests. And in the heart too. Like an illness, or maybe a poison. But then Luke collapsed, and before we could do anything he was gone. And so was the illness. [She looks to Sidon, eyes wide.] We were feeling him dying and we didn't even know it.
Then we passed out, and in the morning his body was gone, and Dahut was missing. With no warning. No sign of any struggle.
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It's the only one I have left. There's no clues anywhere, and so we have to pin all our hopes on the few places they won't let us into.
[She hasn't forgotten the brig.
The question presses hard on her flaking veneer. It's not as if she's never known death. It's not as if she's never been up against impossible odds. It's how they'd spent a week eating and drinking and throwing silly parties. Yesterday she'd been worried about dodging bête noirs.
And now she's trawling a ship so pristine it won't yield one speck out of place. Whoever wrote this story did it with tighter script than she's ever seen.]
No. I was with both of them. There were seventeen of us, in the Observation Lounge.
[She wets her lips glances behind them. It's not going to be a secret for long, but something feels so off about all of this, she'd rather not find someone in earshot behind them.]
After a while, all of us had this strange, tightening feeling in our chests. And in the heart too. Like an illness, or maybe a poison. But then Luke collapsed, and before we could do anything he was gone. And so was the illness. [She looks to Sidon, eyes wide.] We were feeling him dying and we didn't even know it.
Then we passed out, and in the morning his body was gone, and Dahut was missing. With no warning. No sign of any struggle.
I don't know what to think of it.