[ her toes curl beneath her and she ducks her head, mumbling. ]
Not that kind of blanket.
[ but he wouldn't know that. no one would, no one but the voices that belong to no one and are hers. only hers. his confusion crawls under her skin and makes her shiver, curl into herself more and remember it's polite to share. ]
It's not right. It's not - I know it doesn't make sense, and sometimes it does, and sometimes the words are just nonsense. There's secrets and lies, puzzles that haven't been solved yet, but I'm not right and I don't want you to go.
[ that's not quite right either but she doesn't know what she's saying. she never knows what she's saying. ]
no subject
Not that kind of blanket.
[ but he wouldn't know that. no one would, no one but the voices that belong to no one and are hers. only hers. his confusion crawls under her skin and makes her shiver, curl into herself more and remember it's polite to share. ]
It's not right. It's not - I know it doesn't make sense, and sometimes it does, and sometimes the words are just nonsense. There's secrets and lies, puzzles that haven't been solved yet, but I'm not right and I don't want you to go.
[ that's not quite right either but she doesn't know what she's saying. she never knows what she's saying. ]
We're all that's left. Dead men walking.