[he's on the verge of contradicting her, but he blinks.
once.
then he can feel it. see it.
sheryl nome is dying. sooner rather later. grace hadn't been lying, of course she wouldn't not about something like this but it seemed remote before. just hearsay. no concrete proof. this he couldn't brush away. kamina sinks onto the arm rest of the sofa and stares at nothing in particular. his hands twitch, curl into fists, unclench, begin the whole process again. something. there had to be. always was. who the hell did they think he was. anything.
no subject
once.
then he can feel it. see it.
sheryl nome is dying. sooner rather later. grace hadn't been lying, of course she wouldn't not about something like this but it seemed remote before. just hearsay. no concrete proof. this he couldn't brush away. kamina sinks onto the arm rest of the sofa and stares at nothing in particular. his hands twitch, curl into fists, unclench, begin the whole process again. something. there had to be. always was. who the hell did they think he was. anything.
nothing.]