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[subject_lj_here]

Milliways is a perfect opportunity to regain things people have lost, whether because they don't exist on their world anymore, or because it's something someone of their age or station simply should not do. In Chell's case, the bright yellow box obscuring her face is a consequence of the former: Crayola simply doesn't exist in her world any more,

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[a_mere_child]

Alyx lets out a low whistle. "Wow. You're a really good artist."

[subject_lj_here]

Chell startles, and messes up her current one a little as she looks around for Alyx. "Oh! Alyx! I didn't see you." She smiles. "Hello."

[a_mere_child]

"Hi." Alyx looks a little sheepish. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you..."

[subject_lj_here]

"It's alright! I was just... concentrating, was all." Her smile is reassuring. "Don't worry."

[a_mere_child]

"So--um--" Alyx gestures toward the chair next to Chell. "Mind if I sit?"

[subject_lj_here]

"Not at all!" Chell's legs swing out to push the chair beside her.

[a_mere_child]

Alyx settles into the seat. "So what are you drawing?"

[subject_lj_here]

"Just... whatever pops into my head, I guess," she answers. "Things that we've seen."

She points to a vista from a mountain looking down; it was where she and Adrian camped once.

[a_mere_child]

"'We'?" echoes Alyx.

[subject_lj_here]

"Adrian and I. Or sometimes just me," she explains.

[a_mere_child]

"How did you find that guy, anyway?"

[subject_lj_here]

Her head drops down, and she's unable to meet Alyx's eyes. "It was..."

middle of nowhere

pain, so much pain

"...he found me. After... after the pain."

[a_mere_child]

Alyx gently lays a hand on Chell's shoulder.

"Is it--if you don't feel comfortable talking about it, that's okay."

[subject_lj_here]

"No, it's... it's okay. I... told you before, but you don't remember, right?" She looks up, cautiously.

[a_mere_child]

"No, I don't. I've tried, but it's just not there. Sorry."

[subject_lj_here]

"Oh."

"That's okay, then," she says simply.

"Um. How are you?"