[Good riddance. Katie decides she shall accept no other interruptions unless they come with torches and pitchforks in the old-fashioned way.
It's only when she bends her eyes back to her task that she realises all trace of Vash is not completely gone, and she glances up to meet the sad expression of Rem, standing by the flowers.
Ah. She knew there was something different.]
Has he forgotten you? [It's a soft inquiry, and Katie pats the rock she's sitting on as she stands.] You can take my place if you'd like. I won't listen at all.
[The heavy dragging shuffle of something else approaching makes her smile, and she glances down at the ball of string in her hands. So much glamour knotted within.
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It's only when she bends her eyes back to her task that she realises all trace of Vash is not completely gone, and she glances up to meet the sad expression of Rem, standing by the flowers.
Ah. She knew there was something different.]
Has he forgotten you? [It's a soft inquiry, and Katie pats the rock she's sitting on as she stands.] You can take my place if you'd like. I won't listen at all.
[The heavy dragging shuffle of something else approaching makes her smile, and she glances down at the ball of string in her hands. So much glamour knotted within.
Time to do something useful with it.]