[ Lune agrees through a faint breath of laughter, though it's tinged by an undercurrent of sadness. It's still hard to understand what happened on that beach. All those lives snuffed out in an instant, friends and colleagues. And after... it was a small miracle Lune'd ended up somewhere close enough to Gustave. Close enough to find him when she had. If she hadn't... would they still be sitting together under the stars like this? Or would he have been another corpse for her to stumble into, slumped right there next to Catherine?
She inhales deeply and closes her eyes to banish the haunting image, trying not to go tumbling down that rabbit hole. She'd been seemingly holding it together herself then, on task and barking orders like a general, masking the fact that she was confused and frightened; by the massacre as well as the utter hopelessness written across Gustave's face. ]
Do you think... [ Her voice catches a little, and she pauses to clear her throat, cracking her eyes open once more to stare up at the stars wheeling overhead. ]
Could it be possible to find other survivors, out there? We were all flung to such different places, after-- maybe it's a small chance, but not impossible, surely.
[ They did not stop to take a headcount of the bodies, after all. ]
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[ Lune agrees through a faint breath of laughter, though it's tinged by an undercurrent of sadness. It's still hard to understand what happened on that beach. All those lives snuffed out in an instant, friends and colleagues. And after... it was a small miracle Lune'd ended up somewhere close enough to Gustave. Close enough to find him when she had. If she hadn't... would they still be sitting together under the stars like this? Or would he have been another corpse for her to stumble into, slumped right there next to Catherine?
She inhales deeply and closes her eyes to banish the haunting image, trying not to go tumbling down that rabbit hole. She'd been seemingly holding it together herself then, on task and barking orders like a general, masking the fact that she was confused and frightened; by the massacre as well as the utter hopelessness written across Gustave's face. ]
Do you think... [ Her voice catches a little, and she pauses to clear her throat, cracking her eyes open once more to stare up at the stars wheeling overhead. ]
Could it be possible to find other survivors, out there? We were all flung to such different places, after-- maybe it's a small chance, but not impossible, surely.
[ They did not stop to take a headcount of the bodies, after all. ]