[ Tears will wait for another time, and she's more disturbed and uncertain than sad at the moment. It's slowly sinking in that this is death, the kind that means no more wandering the human side of the world. Not necessarily an end, and she finds that while she has no firm concept of what she believes, she does believe this life isn't the only one. Especially in this weird game when they're flesh code or whatever the endless information session had tried to impart. She'd listened and read very carefully!
She could admit it still hadn't all stuck.
She nods when Jack suggests they find someone who knows the dead man. Not sure if they really should leave him like this or not, she settles for gingerly lifting his arms by the sleeves and settling then gently across his chest. Chihiro makes to stand, pauses, then couches down to try and close his eyes.
Her hand trembles. She manages it anyway.
When she stands then she carefully did not touch herself, keeping her hands away from her body. ]
Okay. I need to find a sink, too, but you're right. Let's find someone who knows him.
[ She takes a step back toward the door, then pauses again to bow to the dead man before exiting the room with or without Jack. ]
We'll let your friends know about you, sir.
[ The urge to find someplace to wash her hands has the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. Her stomach is unsettled, and she swallows down saliva. She really, really wants to get the feeling of that poor dead man washed clean from her hands, but it may have been rude to say so. Instead she sets off down the hall toward any other door. There's bound to be a wash room somewhere, before or after they ffound the dead man's friends! ]
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She could admit it still hadn't all stuck.
She nods when Jack suggests they find someone who knows the dead man. Not sure if they really should leave him like this or not, she settles for gingerly lifting his arms by the sleeves and settling then gently across his chest. Chihiro makes to stand, pauses, then couches down to try and close his eyes.
Her hand trembles. She manages it anyway.
When she stands then she carefully did not touch herself, keeping her hands away from her body. ]
Okay. I need to find a sink, too, but you're right. Let's find someone who knows him.
[ She takes a step back toward the door, then pauses again to bow to the dead man before exiting the room with or without Jack. ]
We'll let your friends know about you, sir.
[ The urge to find someplace to wash her hands has the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. Her stomach is unsettled, and she swallows down saliva. She really, really wants to get the feeling of that poor dead man washed clean from her hands, but it may have been rude to say so. Instead she sets off down the hall toward any other door. There's bound to be a wash room somewhere, before or after they ffound the dead man's friends! ]