[ He reaches for her with one hand, lowering his head so that it hangs facing the wet ground. The way shivers keep trembling his body almost resembles sobs, but his breath is quiet, his face restrained -- more or less -- when he looks back up at her. There's distress written on it, but it's of a calm and resigned sort. ]
I can't leave until I find it. I-- [ Because it would be the coin that told him, stay or go. ] What should I do?
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[ He reaches for her with one hand, lowering his head so that it hangs facing the wet ground. The way shivers keep trembling his body almost resembles sobs, but his breath is quiet, his face restrained -- more or less -- when he looks back up at her. There's distress written on it, but it's of a calm and resigned sort. ]
I can't leave until I find it. I-- [ Because it would be the coin that told him, stay or go. ] What should I do?