... I'm just the puppet, though. I shouldn't be...
[ okay, cutting off that line of thought because that's really just depressing. she turns her head sideways to lay her cheek on her knee so she can look at him. just a little while ago -- to her, at least -- she was fading, dying, reaching up to touch his face to remind him of their friendship. lost in memories, she's started to reach out to him before she even realizes it, but once she does, she drops her hand. instead she forces a weak smile. ]
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[ okay, cutting off that line of thought because that's really just depressing. she turns her head sideways to lay her cheek on her knee so she can look at him. just a little while ago -- to her, at least -- she was fading, dying, reaching up to touch his face to remind him of their friendship. lost in memories, she's started to reach out to him before she even realizes it, but once she does, she drops her hand. instead she forces a weak smile. ]
Can I borrow those clothes? I'd like to change.