[ At that, Jeanne-Marie sighs. So, the same. That should be a relief: if only she can see it, then it isn't real. But she can't shake the dread in the pit of her stomach. With her arms crossed over her chest, she shakes her head. ]
It must be a trick of this city. He looks more than just asleep to me. He looks...dead.
no subject
It must be a trick of this city. He looks more than just asleep to me. He looks...dead.
no subject
He's alive. I can feel a pulse, and that's a good sign.
[She turns back to Jeanne-Marie, giving her a faint smile that she hopes is reassuring.]
It's the city fucking with you. I promise.