He seems caught off-guard, whether by her question or the voice is hard to say. "Are you being haunted, too?" she asks, frowning slightly.
"The Horizon won't let you?" she suggests. Seems as likely as anything, after all, with everything that's going on lately.
She shakes her head, "Don't listen to it." that's the mantra she's been repeating in her head over and over since Heleen had first appeared in the wake of that strange dream. She calculates the risk and decides it's worth it- no offense to the boy, but Wilhelm doesn't strike her as dangerous- and grabs his hand, tangling her fingers between the space of his own.
"It isn't real," she says, leaning toward him to mutter it close to his ear. "but I am." maybe he can focus on that instead of the whispers.
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"The Horizon won't let you?" she suggests. Seems as likely as anything, after all, with everything that's going on lately.
She shakes her head, "Don't listen to it." that's the mantra she's been repeating in her head over and over since Heleen had first appeared in the wake of that strange dream. She calculates the risk and decides it's worth it- no offense to the boy, but Wilhelm doesn't strike her as dangerous- and grabs his hand, tangling her fingers between the space of his own.
"It isn't real," she says, leaning toward him to mutter it close to his ear. "but I am." maybe he can focus on that instead of the whispers.