[See, Mary, this one is nice. She apologized and is taking you to a warm place with food where you can wait out the storm and then go home. Even her grip is relaxed enough for you to escape if you want.
She still has her doubts, of course. That nagging feeling in the very back of her mind like that Voice (but not that voice, it's her own voice if it's a voice at all. It's just a feeling, honestly), telling her this woman can't be trusted. She shouldn't go with her if she wants to see her friends again. Doesn't she remember what happened last time she went off with a stranger without permission?
But her hand is warm. Looking up at her, the expression on her face reminds her of Kido's, just slightly. The words, on the other hand, remind her of herself.]
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She still has her doubts, of course. That nagging feeling in the very back of her mind like that Voice (but not that voice, it's her own voice if it's a voice at all. It's just a feeling, honestly), telling her this woman can't be trusted. She shouldn't go with her if she wants to see her friends again. Doesn't she remember what happened last time she went off with a stranger without permission?
But her hand is warm. Looking up at her, the expression on her face reminds her of Kido's, just slightly. The words, on the other hand, remind her of herself.]
I... It's okay...! Um --
... me too...