[ Jayce starts wolfing down chips like he's going to die if he doesn't eat, and--
Gods. It just makes Blake's own hunger worse. It's twisting inside of her like a living thing, and nothing she's eaten has managed to satiate it. She'd even tried the bland porridge from the kitchen car, and she hadn't been able to manage more than a spoonful before she'd nearly heaved. Whatever she's craving, it isn't food.
She's forced to look away, ears drooping. Jayce probably wouldn't want her staring anyway. If he's cold, she wishes she could offer her jacket or something-- it's too small for him, though.
Blake only looks back when a piece of paper is shown to her, and the awful skull on it makes her eyes widen. If Serph's mark had looked like wings, this one looks like death. ]
Where did you get that? Did you touch a shrine as well?
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Gods. It just makes Blake's own hunger worse. It's twisting inside of her like a living thing, and nothing she's eaten has managed to satiate it. She'd even tried the bland porridge from the kitchen car, and she hadn't been able to manage more than a spoonful before she'd nearly heaved. Whatever she's craving, it isn't food.
She's forced to look away, ears drooping. Jayce probably wouldn't want her staring anyway. If he's cold, she wishes she could offer her jacket or something-- it's too small for him, though.
Blake only looks back when a piece of paper is shown to her, and the awful skull on it makes her eyes widen. If Serph's mark had looked like wings, this one looks like death. ]
Where did you get that? Did you touch a shrine as well?