( Just what kinds of observation has he done, she wonders...? What has he.... experienced?
There are a hundred questions, but she doesn't want to ask too much, risk upsetting him β even despite his cool, detached mannerism. But then Rose is turning her head to look right at the young boy, eyes wide; clearly something he's said has struck her in a certain way. )
...the Angels?
( A beat, a breath held in before it's exhaled quietly in a little puff of cold air. It's not the first time she's heard someone here speak about things like that, but it's... It strikes her hard. )
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There are a hundred questions, but she doesn't want to ask too much, risk upsetting him β even despite his cool, detached mannerism. But then Rose is turning her head to look right at the young boy, eyes wide; clearly something he's said has struck her in a certain way. )
...the Angels?
( A beat, a breath held in before it's exhaled quietly in a little puff of cold air. It's not the first time she's heard someone here speak about things like that, but it's... It strikes her hard. )
Do you mean... literal ones?