[She's white as bone in Asch's arms. There's bleed smeared across her chin, her mouth, her hair, her throat--dress--she hardly looks like a childhood friend.
At his voice, her eyes slide open not even halfway, a dusty flicker in them of recognition. A ghost of a smile is on her face as she looks up at him, blinking heavily.]
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At his voice, her eyes slide open not even halfway, a dusty flicker in them of recognition. A ghost of a smile is on her face as she looks up at him, blinking heavily.]