[Careful of any stem and pit, he puts the cherry in his mouth to eat. And, uh, also careful not to get it on his hands because he didn't bring a napkin or anything.]
[STOP, AT LEAST PUT THEM BACK IN THE BAG TO THE SIDE.]
I guess I'm more of a run out and face it sort of person. But... I can understand your point. Do you have to do that a lot where you're from? Because of... the Rash.
When Lalli sees Luke tense up and then hit his head on the bottom of the bed, he's quick to pick his head up off the pillow- not so far he brains himself too, thankfully- and twists himself under the bed a bit so he can be closer to Luke and make sure he's not heckin' dead.]
You're not the first person to say that. But there are trolls under bridges, and they're usually pretty nasty because the water below the bridge affected how they grew.
[He lies there, staring off into the middle distance with an expression of confusion. Maybe about the troll? Maybe about--]
I... don't know what just happened, but...
[But it happens again. Except this time, it's on Lalli's end.
The memory is distorted at first. There's a few second's glimpse of a boy standing in a cave by a door, his hand outstretched as darkness billows up around him. "I'm ... afraid ... darkness," comes through,
and then the memory is different. Lalli is walking purposefully slow into the mailroom, going even slower once he gets there. His heart is full of (desire, stubborness)--no, fear. Anxiety and fear. Guilt.
He turns the little dial with the right combination, agonizingly slow. In the box, there's a single letter in an envelope, and Lalli stands there for what feels like eternity staring at it. He knows what it says already. His hands quiver as he pulls it out, opens it up, slowly unfolds it.
The list of classes in the boxes are all good except for one. Harnessing the Darkness Theory: F.]
But no, Lalli watches these memories curiously, taking in as much detail as he can. Fragmented memories...and then a grade like that, huh? An F in something usually means death in this school, doesn't it?
Even after the memories end, Lalli is still quiet for a few moments. He's watching Luke carefully, trying to see if there are any signs of a headache again. But eventually he does speak up.]
It's like it was pieces of memories. Like broken glass.
[When his head lifts, he has the same pinch to it he had the day he went a little crazy, said some weird stuff, and had a headache. But he doesn't reach to rub his head or anything, and he doesn't fall over onto the pillows and blanket under the bed.]
Wh... I...
[In fact, his face gets a bit red at the jawline, and the red creeps into his face like he's embarrassed. He keeps his head turned mostly away from Lalli.]
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I kind of like it. It makes it feel like no one can bother you if you don't want them to.
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That's why it's great. Sometimes people don't even know to look for you here.
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You're right. Is that why you do it?
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Sometimes. Sometimes it feels comforting to be enclosed. Sometimes you need to hide and stay quiet, until something dangerous passes by.
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I guess I'm more of a run out and face it sort of person. But... I can understand your point. Do you have to do that a lot where you're from? Because of... the Rash.
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[And just like that, a memory appears! From here to page 614.]
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The tension is horrendous considering what he is looking at is a mutated glob of something that can't be human.
When he comes back to his wits, his fingers are all curled into whatever pillow or blanket he can touch. His heart is racing a mile a minute.
And he's jerked his head up so fast he ends up cracking it on the bottom of the bed.]
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When Lalli sees Luke tense up and then hit his head on the bottom of the bed, he's quick to pick his head up off the pillow- not so far he brains himself too, thankfully- and twists himself under the bed a bit so he can be closer to Luke and make sure he's not heckin' dead.]
Are you okay?
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What... was that... thing?
[Finally, he lifts his head, glancing at Lalli. His heart is still racing?! Jesus.]
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It was a troll.
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[After a moment, he chances to bring his hand down. The bump wasn't too bad.]
When I think of trolls, I think of... the ones that live under the bridge?
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[He lies there, staring off into the middle distance with an expression of confusion. Maybe about the troll? Maybe about--]
I... don't know what just happened, but...
[But it happens again. Except this time, it's on Lalli's end.
The memory is distorted at first. There's a few second's glimpse of a boy standing in a cave by a door, his hand outstretched as darkness billows up around him. "I'm ... afraid ... darkness," comes through,
and then the memory is different. Lalli is walking purposefully slow into the mailroom, going even slower once he gets there. His heart is full of (desire, stubborness)--no, fear. Anxiety and fear. Guilt.
He turns the little dial with the right combination, agonizingly slow. In the box, there's a single letter in an envelope, and Lalli stands there for what feels like eternity staring at it. He knows what it says already. His hands quiver as he pulls it out, opens it up, slowly unfolds it.
The list of classes in the boxes are all good except for one. Harnessing the Darkness Theory: F.]
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But no, Lalli watches these memories curiously, taking in as much detail as he can. Fragmented memories...and then a grade like that, huh? An F in something usually means death in this school, doesn't it?
Even after the memories end, Lalli is still quiet for a few moments. He's watching Luke carefully, trying to see if there are any signs of a headache again. But eventually he does speak up.]
It's like it was pieces of memories. Like broken glass.
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Wh... I...
[In fact, his face gets a bit red at the jawline, and the red creeps into his face like he's embarrassed. He keeps his head turned mostly away from Lalli.]
I don't get... what's happening here...
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We're...sharing memories? Sort of?
Were you not supposed to fail?