[She had been expecting some sort of tragic, if commonplace, scene. A dying relative or friend - mourning family - a pivotal point in this unknown stranger's life, some emotional peak in his formative years. The first few moments pass exactly as she expects, but Lysithea cannot help her shocked exclamation when the boy is slapped.]
What --
[Something is clearly wrong.]
Why is...
[But she doesn't know this person. She is an intruder. Like those who appeared in her darkest moments, she cannot ask for more than what he is willing to give. Lysithea falls silent, keeping back to allow him space.]
no subject
What --
[Something is clearly wrong.]
Why is...
[But she doesn't know this person. She is an intruder. Like those who appeared in her darkest moments, she cannot ask for more than what he is willing to give. Lysithea falls silent, keeping back to allow him space.]