Before the creature spoke, before they began to move, Seiji thought they must try. For Amalia's sake. Because he had promised. But then he and Lily begin to make their way down the passage, into the dark, and the creature cries out after them, sorrow wringing its wet voice. Hesitating, Seiji cocks an ear back, his expression thoughtful. "You do know," he says quietly, gently. He is not angry, but disappointment snakes through his tone. Brows lifting, he glances at Lily, a silent question in his eyes. Should they trust it?
"I wish you had been honest," Seiji tells the creature. But he does begin to turn back, his torch lighting the tunnel behind them. "Maybe we should find the others," he says to Lily. They have lost the stars, stand now in darkness, with only a warning to guide them. "It might be best to talk with them."
"I wish you had been honest," Seiji tells the creature. But he does begin to turn back, his torch lighting the tunnel behind them. "Maybe we should find the others," he says to Lily. They have lost the stars, stand now in darkness, with only a warning to guide them. "It might be best to talk with them."
