[ It doesn't even occur to him that she might not follow, that she might not trust him. He's quiet until he's satisfied they're far enough away from anybody who might hear them. And to give him a minute to figure out what he's going to say.
And then it comes to him. Of course. ]
You're not alone.
[ He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a few metal bits and pieces he's picked up around the stations. Nail clippers, a few paperclips, a coin in a currency he doesn't recognize. They lift from his palm and rotate lazily in the air a few inches above his hand. ]
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And then it comes to him. Of course. ]
You're not alone.
[ He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a few metal bits and pieces he's picked up around the stations. Nail clippers, a few paperclips, a coin in a currency he doesn't recognize. They lift from his palm and rotate lazily in the air a few inches above his hand. ]