[ That question does make Ange feel even more like something is off here. After all, when she glanced at the words earlier before approaching him, she also already got an odd feeling. One that might have been easy to partially chalk up to the fact that the writing is so weirdly omnious, but it feels like there is something more to it.
But she has no idea what that more is. It could be anything, after all, especially in a place like this.
And she is even less sure what it has to do with Falco. Is he under the influence of something? Is it some monthly effect? There's so many possibilities that she can't even start to guess. ]
I have.
[ Something about being asked to look at it, even by Falco in his regular voice, makes her want to look at it again even less, so she doesn't.
She still remembers the words written in the sand without having to look, after all.
Instead she keeps her gaze trained on the boy - like that might help her somehow figure out more here. Or at least anything. She's grasping at straws, so getting more information as to what weird thing is going on here is the top priority right now. ]
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But she has no idea what that more is. It could be anything, after all, especially in a place like this.
And she is even less sure what it has to do with Falco. Is he under the influence of something? Is it some monthly effect? There's so many possibilities that she can't even start to guess. ]
I have.
[ Something about being asked to look at it, even by Falco in his regular voice, makes her want to look at it again even less, so she doesn't.
She still remembers the words written in the sand without having to look, after all.
Instead she keeps her gaze trained on the boy - like that might help her somehow figure out more here. Or at least anything. She's grasping at straws, so getting more information as to what weird thing is going on here is the top priority right now. ]
But I don't understand what it means.