["Melodramatic personality package," eh? Hee hee.]
Brooke sat reclined uncomfortably on the ground blinking furiously. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she tried to put the recent events into perspective.
Who am I? Justin lay thirty or so centimeters away from her weeping.
Brooke turned around and set a hand on his shoulder. He realized who she was and immediately sat up. He enveloped her in his arms and buried his teary, sightless eyes into her collar bone. He stiffened after a few moments recognizing the change. With a sharp inhale, he released her and waved his hand out beside him, searching.
Brooke took hold of his wrist and guided it to the stony skin of Angelica's paling cheek. He bit his lip as his head fell to his chest.
The aged girl sighed deeply and then spoke. "Justin," she whispered as though her speech might wake the, dare she say, monster who had attacked her. "We need to contain him. We'll have to do something for Miss Angelica in a bit. There's nothing to be done, now."
Justin shook his head, agitated. "No!
"There must be a way. Mobius did it before for you and I owe it to him to save her." He used the sleeve on his forearm to wipe the tears from his eyes. "I have to!"
"No," Brooke said, "You don't."
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