( For Integra's part, she'd ordered a glass of Clari-tea on a whim. A soothing reminder of home, as well as an attempt to soothe her nerves-- perhaps in vain. The thought that she wasn't supposed to be here permeated her mind. Scenes of her wartorn London flashed through her mind: of civilians dying, of building being razed to the ground. Yet here she was, sipping on refreshments with a complete stranger occupying the seat beside her.
More troubling, however, were Homura's words. How dour she was for such a young age. Almost reminiscent of herself, when she was that young. )
You shoulder quite the heavy burden upon yourself. But I doubt you could seriously take credit for all this.
refreshments; cw: uhhh death, references to Nazism possibly??
More troubling, however, were Homura's words. How dour she was for such a young age. Almost reminiscent of herself, when she was that young. )
You shoulder quite the heavy burden upon yourself. But I doubt you could seriously take credit for all this.
( After all, she should know. )