[Her eyes have gone shiny. He sees the tears welling up but more notably, he sees the way she wipes them away with her sleeve. That's an entirely human gesture. The dead didn't care if anyone saw them wail. The dead hardly knew what they cried for.
Just as he's going to wipe her tears, she's wandering. But, it's not her usual sort of wandering. This has purpose. He watches her go up to a restaurant counter like she's about to ask for a large fry. He watches her shake the cash register.
It might be funny, if it weren't so crushingly sad.
He goes to her, walking to her side and then taking her hand. Then the other. He looks into her face.]
I'll hunt... I'll hunt for you... But it won't stop... it doesn't stop... we're hungry... I can't fix it... I'm sorry...
[He tries to draw her back. Time to leave the little shopping center. He should've realized the answer to his earlier question before he asked it: the best thing for her would always be food.]
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[Her eyes have gone shiny. He sees the tears welling up but more notably, he sees the way she wipes them away with her sleeve. That's an entirely human gesture. The dead didn't care if anyone saw them wail. The dead hardly knew what they cried for.
Just as he's going to wipe her tears, she's wandering. But, it's not her usual sort of wandering. This has purpose. He watches her go up to a restaurant counter like she's about to ask for a large fry. He watches her shake the cash register.
It might be funny, if it weren't so crushingly sad.
He goes to her, walking to her side and then taking her hand. Then the other. He looks into her face.]
I'll hunt... I'll hunt for you... But it won't stop... it doesn't stop... we're hungry... I can't fix it... I'm sorry...
[He tries to draw her back. Time to leave the little shopping center. He should've realized the answer to his earlier question before he asked it: the best thing for her would always be food.]
Come on... I'll find something...