[ it takes a while to find him. a while longer than she was ready for, a while longer than her nerves know what to do with - but she doesn't lose them. keeps pelting onward in search of a wound (heart head flesh she doesn't know) and the boy to match it.
find him she does, eventually, through the thick dark milk the distantly approaching day makes of the street. her feet thunder to a pattering halt. she takes him in, what she can see from her distance (oh, Badou), stands quite still in plain sight for as long as she can stand to wait.
be careful. he's not in a good way.
the rest of the approach, a good twenty paces or so, she takes slowly. ]
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find him she does, eventually, through the thick dark milk the distantly approaching day makes of the street. her feet thunder to a pattering halt. she takes him in, what she can see from her distance (oh, Badou), stands quite still in plain sight for as long as she can stand to wait.
be careful. he's not in a good way.
the rest of the approach, a good twenty paces or so, she takes slowly. ]