[That would explain a few things, namely that horrid toy and the dirt scattered under her feet—but it would also mean that he is truly here, and has been for some time.
Intellectually, she had known it to be a possibility, but her hope that she'd only imagined him in Felfri had made her complacent. He's chased her, she thinks, seeking to ruin her, as those two always had. Her head spins.
When he sets down his weapon and steps aside, she watches him warily, clearly simmering, but ultimately takes the message; after taking a moment to summon up her strength, she pushes herself away from the windowsill and totters through the door, away from the abominable plush still keeping watch on the bed.
She doesn't look at Gladion at all when she brushes past him. Instead, she looks at the fixtures of the room and its eerily familiar layout, growing increasingly alarmed with each step.]
This... [Her voice is frail.] Is the Living Complex...
[The very same building she has been living in for over a year now. Her strength threatens to give out then, and she seeks for something—a piece of furniture, or a new wall—to hold onto for support when she rounds on Gladion:]
You... Just how long have you been plotting this? Must you continue to pester me, even here?
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[That would explain a few things, namely that horrid toy and the dirt scattered under her feet—but it would also mean that he is truly here, and has been for some time.
Intellectually, she had known it to be a possibility, but her hope that she'd only imagined him in Felfri had made her complacent. He's chased her, she thinks, seeking to ruin her, as those two always had. Her head spins.
When he sets down his weapon and steps aside, she watches him warily, clearly simmering, but ultimately takes the message; after taking a moment to summon up her strength, she pushes herself away from the windowsill and totters through the door, away from the abominable plush still keeping watch on the bed.
She doesn't look at Gladion at all when she brushes past him. Instead, she looks at the fixtures of the room and its eerily familiar layout, growing increasingly alarmed with each step.]
This... [Her voice is frail.] Is the Living Complex...
[The very same building she has been living in for over a year now. Her strength threatens to give out then, and she seeks for something—a piece of furniture, or a new wall—to hold onto for support when she rounds on Gladion:]
You... Just how long have you been plotting this? Must you continue to pester me, even here?