She was a little older than me when I last saw her.
[ ...pause. Because sometimes Trevor says stupid things. The city continues to move by quickly, until it isn't moving by quickly anymore. It's a residential area used by local craftspeople, well enough off but not particularly rich. It passes through a wall.
And there's a woman there, pale with short, dark curls, sat at a work table and sewing what looks to be the sleeve of a shirt or dress. She seems- perfectly normal in every way, really. And Trevor stares, because he's never seen an actual living person from before the burning before. ]
...Which presumably means she'd still be a little older than me.
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[ ...pause. Because sometimes Trevor says stupid things. The city continues to move by quickly, until it isn't moving by quickly anymore. It's a residential area used by local craftspeople, well enough off but not particularly rich. It passes through a wall.
And there's a woman there, pale with short, dark curls, sat at a work table and sewing what looks to be the sleeve of a shirt or dress. She seems- perfectly normal in every way, really. And Trevor stares, because he's never seen an actual living person from before the burning before. ]
...Which presumably means she'd still be a little older than me.