S E I J I
Seiji is more than a little glad to find Nairi and Jigano conversing easily between themselves. He is content to listen, for the most part, only hesitating a moment when Jigano hands him the cloak with a flourish. Seiji reaches out to take it instinctively, but then glances at Nairi. Something tells him the right thing to do is offer it to her first. He is about to, but then she refuses, and with a grateful nod, Seiji pulls the garment around his own shoulders. He buries his fingers in the cloth, drawing it near to his slender shape, as the others begin to move, their conversation carrying through the darkening air.
He's surprised to learn the stranger is also a foreigner, though a more experienced one. What are the odds? Seiji frowns, thinking on it. He is only partially listening to Nairi's explanation of her home — it sounds terrible. He wonders absently if he ought to say something kind, but he can think of nothing, anyway. His head continues to ache.
Eventually, of course, she finishes, and the silence comes around to him again. He's quiet a few more paces before he says simply, "I don't know." Saying it aloud somehow makes it more real. More terrible. He lets his gaze roam the trees a half-breath longer before he adds, "Are there many foreigners here?" And where do they all come from?
Seiji is more than a little glad to find Nairi and Jigano conversing easily between themselves. He is content to listen, for the most part, only hesitating a moment when Jigano hands him the cloak with a flourish. Seiji reaches out to take it instinctively, but then glances at Nairi. Something tells him the right thing to do is offer it to her first. He is about to, but then she refuses, and with a grateful nod, Seiji pulls the garment around his own shoulders. He buries his fingers in the cloth, drawing it near to his slender shape, as the others begin to move, their conversation carrying through the darkening air.
He's surprised to learn the stranger is also a foreigner, though a more experienced one. What are the odds? Seiji frowns, thinking on it. He is only partially listening to Nairi's explanation of her home — it sounds terrible. He wonders absently if he ought to say something kind, but he can think of nothing, anyway. His head continues to ache.
Eventually, of course, she finishes, and the silence comes around to him again. He's quiet a few more paces before he says simply, "I don't know." Saying it aloud somehow makes it more real. More terrible. He lets his gaze roam the trees a half-breath longer before he adds, "Are there many foreigners here?" And where do they all come from?
The rain is full
of ghosts tonight
of ghosts tonight
