She would feel bad if she was squishing him. Yanno. If she were awake.
October regards his eggs and habaneros. "That is what I mean. What is to become of us if we all are gathered here but cannot find a way to leave this time? What can we do to survive in a place where we are hated?"
It's been chewing away at the back of his mind for a while, now.
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October regards his eggs and habaneros. "That is what I mean. What is to become of us if we all are gathered here but cannot find a way to leave this time? What can we do to survive in a place where we are hated?"
It's been chewing away at the back of his mind for a while, now.