[ For most people, a talking skeleton would be a distressing sight. But for Luz... well, suffice to say she's seen worse. She takes his handkerchief wordlessly, clearly in shock, before bringing it up to her eyes. It's funny. She hadn't even realized she was crying.
And then she collapses in on herself, sobs wracking her body. She holds the handkerchief to her face like a security blanket, but it, like everything around her, is unfamiliar. She never thought something like that would ever bother her until now.
It takes a minute or two for her to right herself again - eyes puffy, cheeks red. But the look in her eyes is no longer one of sorrow, or even distress. No, it's determination. ]
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And then she collapses in on herself, sobs wracking her body. She holds the handkerchief to her face like a security blanket, but it, like everything around her, is unfamiliar. She never thought something like that would ever bother her until now.
It takes a minute or two for her to right herself again - eyes puffy, cheeks red. But the look in her eyes is no longer one of sorrow, or even distress. No, it's determination. ]
I have to go back.