[ Her retreat was hasty, but Nami doesn't put that much distance between Ichigo and herself, despite ducking into the shadows as soon as she could.
Lingering far enough to not be seen while she collects herself, she keeps her arms crossed tightly over her front, staring fixedly at the ground while her mind races, working to piece together just what the hell she can even say after that ghost or whatever decided to shine its awful light on the things she's working on leaving behind her.
The dim light of her watch is enough to give her position just a few yards ahead of him away, something Nami either isn't conscious of or doesn't care about. Her face gets caught in the muted glow as she reads, her profile apparent - as is the frown weighing down the rest of her face. There's no point in responding by watch when he's close enough to hear her, but there's also no way of hiding how hesitant Nami sounds when she does. ]
My sister. [ Saying it like that is enough to make her stomach drop, leaving her cagey, like she's ended up under somebody's thumb without being aware of it, pinned down and exposed in all the ways she loathes. ] Some of it, anyway.
[ Righting herself from her leaned position against one of the locked doors marked Punishment Protocol, and gets closer to the flashlight's beam of light. ] We can just turn back now if you want. [ She's not going to take and take and leave him once there's nothing - they're essentially strangers, and Nami has no need to lean into that kind of life anymore, but, she also can't bring herself to explain, clarify, or even deny anything. Why wouldn't he want to go in the face of all that? ]
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Lingering far enough to not be seen while she collects herself, she keeps her arms crossed tightly over her front, staring fixedly at the ground while her mind races, working to piece together just what the hell she can even say after that ghost or whatever decided to shine its awful light on the things she's working on leaving behind her.
The dim light of her watch is enough to give her position just a few yards ahead of him away, something Nami either isn't conscious of or doesn't care about. Her face gets caught in the muted glow as she reads, her profile apparent - as is the frown weighing down the rest of her face. There's no point in responding by watch when he's close enough to hear her, but there's also no way of hiding how hesitant Nami sounds when she does. ]
My sister. [ Saying it like that is enough to make her stomach drop, leaving her cagey, like she's ended up under somebody's thumb without being aware of it, pinned down and exposed in all the ways she loathes. ] Some of it, anyway.
[ Righting herself from her leaned position against one of the locked doors marked Punishment Protocol, and gets closer to the flashlight's beam of light. ] We can just turn back now if you want. [ She's not going to take and take and leave him once there's nothing - they're essentially strangers, and Nami has no need to lean into that kind of life anymore, but, she also can't bring herself to explain, clarify, or even deny anything. Why wouldn't he want to go in the face of all that? ]