[ Having adjusted to this place, there are very few familiar sights, sounds, voices, and otherwise, that Levi ever expected to once again hear. Especially those belonging to the deceased. He can feel his body stiffen with her question; he's heard her voice before, Oluo's as well -- although he'd rather thought he'd done well to move past his temporary auditory hallucinations. He doesn't move, at first, even with the sheer ridiculousness of his present situation sinking in; yeah, that's right, he's trying to have a conversation with an animal. Animal? Creature. He's trying to have a conversation with an animal, while listening to a familiarly hallucinated voice in the back of his mind and making a low sound of displeasure at the light snowfall.
He'd long ago stopped turning around to search for the sources of voices when he heard them; however, something here was different. Different enough that he could certainly tell she was physically there -- his face is carefully, carefully blank when he meets her gaze. Levi, you should probably help her up. He doesn't think of it -- not at first -- not in his meticulously disguised discomfort. He'd heard about this shit, right? People you know could show up? That must be what this is, then.
Purrloin has stopped searching the snow-dusted grass at this point and is now peeking out from the very top; her ears and lidded eyes the only thing visible. Shit's going down, Purrloin can tell. She's got a front-row seat to Levi's manpain. ]
Petra. [ He does kneel soon enough and he holds a hand out for her, although it's clear that he's struggling with something in his mind. He can't tell her. He would not tell her. She is a soldier; she would deal with it well, he's certain, but--it would complicate things, he thinks.
His voice is hoarse when he starts to speak again. ]
Yeah. Yeah, well, it's a long and fucked up story. It's not important.
[ Even though he's agreed with himself not to tell her about her death, he's watching her as though he's looking at a ghost -- really, it's enough in and of itself. His expression betrays an uneasiness mixed with a sort of slight comfort in the familiarity of a friendly face; especially hers, really, if he had to choose. ]
still quietly shrieking 2 myself
He'd long ago stopped turning around to search for the sources of voices when he heard them; however, something here was different. Different enough that he could certainly tell she was physically there -- his face is carefully, carefully blank when he meets her gaze. Levi, you should probably help her up. He doesn't think of it -- not at first -- not in his meticulously disguised discomfort. He'd heard about this shit, right? People you know could show up? That must be what this is, then.
Purrloin has stopped searching the snow-dusted grass at this point and is now peeking out from the very top; her ears and lidded eyes the only thing visible. Shit's going down, Purrloin can tell. She's got a front-row seat to Levi's manpain. ]
Petra. [ He does kneel soon enough and he holds a hand out for her, although it's clear that he's struggling with something in his mind. He can't tell her. He would not tell her. She is a soldier; she would deal with it well, he's certain, but--it would complicate things, he thinks.
His voice is hoarse when he starts to speak again. ]
Yeah. Yeah, well, it's a long and fucked up story. It's not important.
[ Even though he's agreed with himself not to tell her about her death, he's watching her as though he's looking at a ghost -- really, it's enough in and of itself. His expression betrays an uneasiness mixed with a sort of slight comfort in the familiarity of a friendly face; especially hers, really, if he had to choose. ]