"I remember, Alex," he says, rolling one last stripe of paint onto the wall before he turns to face her. The look on her face is a reminder too, sharp and painfully well-deserved; he knows what she's thinking of, and for a moment he remembers the stinging cold against the cuts on his side and his throat, eddies of pink swirling as his blood mingled with the milk. "But I acted alone that time. With this, I've asked Pal for help. Camilla too, because where one of them goes, so does the other."
His brows draw together, a frown at the corner of his mouth. "And I think figuring this place out, getting some answers to the mystery for once, concerns us all. We deserve to know what Darrow is, or was, and how it's keeping us here."
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Date: 2021-07-31 04:57 pm (UTC)His brows draw together, a frown at the corner of his mouth. "And I think figuring this place out, getting some answers to the mystery for once, concerns us all. We deserve to know what Darrow is, or was, and how it's keeping us here."