Ever since Nick had discovered Claire, bleeding and swaying in the compound, and ever since Nick had found F, sick and covered in blood and so very wrong, he's been a little off-balance. It's like everything he knew -- everything he thought he understood about this poor Japanese girl who just needed someone to help her back to being human -- was destroyed, killed dead and buried underground, down with the worms and ants and explosives and his ever-waning sanity.
He couldn't decide what to do. On one hand, he had the strong urge of the law-enforcement professional to put a stop to this, to find F and deliver her to Vimes and let him deal with it. But he couldn't shake the feeling that -- no matter what she was, human or monster -- maybe she just needed someone to care for her, to teach her that this parasitic life wasn't how things worked here.
He finds her by accident, when all he's doing is walking to clear his head. But there she is, and he feels his blood run cold.
F knows he's there, but it takes her time to lift her head and give him the flicker of eye contact that means she sees him. Oh, how sad it is, that Nick doesn't like her anymore.
Her mouth twitches again. She's so hungry, so tired that she's willing to jump through hoops she never would have cared about before.
Nick watches her curiously, watches her try to -- to something. To speak or cry out or scream or, what, eat him?
With a sigh, he slowly lowers himself to the ground, stomach churning at the sight of the dead animal in front of her. The animal corpse disgusts him more than what he knows F does, and he doesn't know whether this is good or bad.
"Konban wa," he says wearily, stretching his legs out in front of him on the ground.
Maladicta had been looking for her, but couldn't quite feel a thrill of victory at finding her. She had never looked good, because she fairly reeked of a certain kind of darkness, but now she looked worn and haggard and terrible. Unwell. Comparatively speaking.
F is too tired to stand up like people want. She pushes, with a tiny sigh, to her hands and feet and skitters forward in the same spiderlike movements as ever until she's at Maladicta's feet.
Raistlin needed to be away. He couldn't quite believe Takhisis wasn't following him around, and in some ways it had been strangely comforting to think she was here. No, she couldn't...he shook his head. Now wasn't the time. He let his mind wander and found himself near some caves he hadn't seen since his first day on the Island.
He wasn't expecting to find anyone. In fact, he was almost startled because he hadn't sensed her, but he smiled slightly, as much as he could after everything. "Hello again." He hadn't had a chance to figure out what the writing meant that she had made, but at least they could communicate well enough for how he felt this night.
F flicks up her eyes just barely, just enough to make sure he's not a threat. When he's not, just some strange curious child-- all of them children to her, really-- she yawns.
"It seems you have found some place the others don't come often." It had a decent enough atmosphere making him miss his tower.
He closed most of the distance between them not minding the slightly wet feeling on his knee as he leaned down on one leg. "Are you alright?" There was something different about her. He had only met her once so he had very little to go on as to which state might be normal for her.
F doesn't answer, of course, but she doesn't look alright either. She's pale with a strange flush, the skin of her arms peeling from suburns. Her eyes can barely track movement.
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He couldn't decide what to do. On one hand, he had the strong urge of the law-enforcement professional to put a stop to this, to find F and deliver her to Vimes and let him deal with it. But he couldn't shake the feeling that -- no matter what she was, human or monster -- maybe she just needed someone to care for her, to teach her that this parasitic life wasn't how things worked here.
He finds her by accident, when all he's doing is walking to clear his head. But there she is, and he feels his blood run cold.
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Her mouth twitches again. She's so hungry, so tired that she's willing to jump through hoops she never would have cared about before.
There is a tiny sound on her exhale.
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With a sigh, he slowly lowers himself to the ground, stomach churning at the sight of the dead animal in front of her. The animal corpse disgusts him more than what he knows F does, and he doesn't know whether this is good or bad.
"Konban wa," he says wearily, stretching his legs out in front of him on the ground.
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"F," she said.
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One pale, spindly hand rests on her stomach. She's not going to waste time here.
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"Come with me."
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F is too tired to stand up like people want. She pushes, with a tiny sigh, to her hands and feet and skitters forward in the same spiderlike movements as ever until she's at Maladicta's feet.
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He wasn't expecting to find anyone. In fact, he was almost startled because he hadn't sensed her, but he smiled slightly, as much as he could after everything. "Hello again." He hadn't had a chance to figure out what the writing meant that she had made, but at least they could communicate well enough for how he felt this night.
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He closed most of the distance between them not minding the slightly wet feeling on his knee as he leaned down on one leg. "Are you alright?" There was something different about her. He had only met her once so he had very little to go on as to which state might be normal for her.
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