[ marco watches her in silence for a few moments, his expression unreadable. there is a faint furrow in his brow, but who can say if that's not merely a symptom of working his mind around something so fantastical?
eventually, he wagers, ]
You trust them.
[ their captors. their puppeteers. at least, in this one thing, rin seems to trust them. ]
no subject
eventually, he wagers, ]
You trust them.
[ their captors. their puppeteers. at least, in this one thing, rin seems to trust them. ]