Cessily was sitting in the art hall, staring very intently at a younger version of herself with pale, perfectly human-looking skin eating an apple and talking to a boy on a bike. And then another image of her near the door of her home, choking, as liquid poured down her throat and over her eyes, liquid from her own body
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But the media room is off the Obs Deck, and he wants to stay away from there for a while. (Forever, actually.) Seymour figures the art hall is as good a place as any to distract himself.
He steps into the hall, arms hugging himself. He's humming softly - "Rockin' Robin" for those who know their oldies - as he enters. His gaze goes to the first few statues. This is as far as he got the last time.
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Silver girl looks up at Seymour, her fingers crossed in her lap. If it were possible for someone made out of pure mercury to look tired, then she does, her shoulders slumped and her pure white eyes heavy.
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Oh, there's someone else in the room. Aheh. Seymour stands, panting, waiting for his heart to slow down.
"'s a good song," he manages. He licks dry lips. "How-- how'dja know it?"
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She cocks her head at him, and stands up in one wave of silver liquid. "You okay?"
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Aelita turns her face away at that image.
"Hi...Cessily, was it?" she greets the silver girl quietly. "How're you holding up?"
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