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[evilgeniustobe]

It's one of the nicer mornings since Radek left. Sunny, and warm enough that he doesn't feel the cold seeping in through his dirtied jacket. The cut across his palm has become infected, he thinks. It stings and burns and it hurts to move his fingers, but he doesn't care. It doesn't bleed any more, and that's all that matters to him

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[shesgoingplaces]

Lizbet is exhausted, in so many ways. She's starting to feel hollowed out, but she'll pull herself together just enough for this. She has to try -- it's Radek, and that's enough to get her moving. Tidy up, comb her hair, pull thin gloves over thin hands and button her red coat. Pinpointing to Prague with Mathilda is easy, and then she's clearing her throat. "This way--this way first."

[agleonema]

"All right," Mathilda says, mildly. She's not surprised Lizbet figured out her identity in the chat room, although it does make her wonder who else might've guessed. Much like the other girl, she's wearing thin gloves and a coat, though hers is black. She's also armed, but that's the usual for her these days. "Lead the way."

[evilgeniustobe]

Radek is still unconcious just off the main street. There's a small pool of blood forming under his head.

[shesgoingplaces]

Lizbet moves purposefully, like she knows where she's going and what she'll do when she gets there. It couldn't be further from the truth, but it helps, somehow. She leads Mathilda down the side street Radek has found himself on, looking for a little cafe they went to once--

Her eyes snap to the fallen boy and she halts.