[Everyone is processing shock in different ways, but the large majority seem to be stewing in disquiet. Nate hears her enter the room but doesn't dissuade her from staying, because company is nice even in the silence. He doesn't know Kyna particularly well, but he knows her type, and he can hear the gears turning from a couple meters away.
When she finally speaks his pencil slows, just a little.]
Honestly?
[Nate turns to look at her over his shoulder, the fabric obscuring most of his face. He hopes she can read his tone.]
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When she finally speaks his pencil slows, just a little.]
Honestly?
[Nate turns to look at her over his shoulder, the fabric obscuring most of his face. He hopes she can read his tone.]
I think whatever it used to be is gone.