[ Hilda's eyes followed the silver ball and its lack of bounce before immediately darting back towards Nebula. It's clear that she wants to ask what she means by "waiting to die". Should she? Why would anyone say that if they have the slightest notion that someone may ask about it?
Instead she files it away for later along with the matter of how this mysterious "he" is. ]
...Would you teach me? Paper football that is. It sounds like you played it a lot so you're probably a professional at it.
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Instead she files it away for later along with the matter of how this mysterious "he" is. ]
...Would you teach me? Paper football that is. It sounds like you played it a lot so you're probably a professional at it.