[She chews her lower lip, looking back at the bird again. She wonders if it knows that if it sings, it'll die. If that's why it's quiet. A cold chill runs down her spine and she looks back at Majima, nodding.]
I also haven't seen any bugs, come to think of it.
[And that's possibly as disturbing as anything, somehow. Sinister.]
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I also haven't seen any bugs, come to think of it.
[And that's possibly as disturbing as anything, somehow. Sinister.]