Delphine
Delphine caught sight of a dark-haired man, who looked like he perhaps belonged to Halo, and could be a native. He had a bag slung over his shoulder and was watching the ground as he walked, and she followed after him.
He looked like he was on his way somewhere. Might as well follow along. When the bottom of his bag tore, and food started to fall to the ground, she hurried to pick up each thing, calling out, “Sir! Sir, you’re dropping food.” She could have stolen it, or handed it off to others, but that wasn’t who she was.
“The bag’s torn,” she called, rushing to catch up with the stranger.
He looked like he was on his way somewhere. Might as well follow along. When the bottom of his bag tore, and food started to fall to the ground, she hurried to pick up each thing, calling out, “Sir! Sir, you’re dropping food.” She could have stolen it, or handed it off to others, but that wasn’t who she was.
“The bag’s torn,” she called, rushing to catch up with the stranger.
I don't mind where you come from as long as you come to me.
I don't like illusions, I can't see them clearly.
I don't care, no, I wouldn't dare to fix the twist in you.
You've shown me eventually, what you'll do.
I don't like illusions, I can't see them clearly.
I don't care, no, I wouldn't dare to fix the twist in you.
You've shown me eventually, what you'll do.
