[Oh good. Exactly what she wanted. Something to focus on. She reaches up to settle her thumb against her chin. A photograph that implies the year 2018 is in the past, something about death... and the city has been like this for as long as people know?
There's the tiniest feeling of dread that hits her at those connections, of course. They died somehow, and this is their afterlife; but that's too easy a conclusion to come to, she thinks. It'll just get filed away in a convenient folder in her internal storage system for later perusal and... maybe an anxiety attack or ten.]
What was in the picture? [She looks up and over at him.]
no subject
There's the tiniest feeling of dread that hits her at those connections, of course. They died somehow, and this is their afterlife; but that's too easy a conclusion to come to, she thinks. It'll just get filed away in a convenient folder in her internal storage system for later perusal and... maybe an anxiety attack or ten.]
What was in the picture? [She looks up and over at him.]