Jiao
Your clothes never wear as well the next day
And your hair never falls in quite the same way
You never seem to run out of things to say
And your hair never falls in quite the same way
You never seem to run out of things to say
The iron giant before her seemed to crack just a little and Jiao took a moment of joy in it, though there was guilt in her too; for both betraying her home village and for not being able to help more. She was stuck between two dilemmas and didn't have enough of a moral compass for either of them, so she simply stayed quiet and watch him go through his thoughts.
Finally he thanked her and she nodded. "I will. I...think you will find your friends." With this vague but true statement given she took a couple of steps back, then flitted into the trees, clutching the fabric she had been given in her arms.
