Her grip on the arrow shaft tightens and for a brief second, it seems the wood might be in danger of snapping before she forces herself to relax her grip, her gaze not moving over to him for even a second.
Staring at the arrowhead she continues to compulsively clean.]
Is that not a foolish question, when we are marooned in a nonsensical maze on a planet not our own?
[She'd rather forget their lunchroom conversation, and almost everything about that.]
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Her grip on the arrow shaft tightens and for a brief second, it seems the wood might be in danger of snapping before she forces herself to relax her grip, her gaze not moving over to him for even a second.
Staring at the arrowhead she continues to compulsively clean.]
Is that not a foolish question, when we are marooned in a nonsensical maze on a planet not our own?
[She'd rather forget their lunchroom conversation, and almost everything about that.]