Snippet #1834589

Is...something weird? Kore wondered. He was staring at her feet intently, seemingly amazed by what he saw but - it was just skin. He lifted his head to meet her eyes, staring at her in something like astonishment and then dropped his gaze back to her feet, murmuring something, seemingly to himself, because they went by too lightly under the noise - people talking, shoes clacking, something honking, like ducks - around them for Kore to actually hear and comprehend.

"No, no way. How the hell, what the hell, that couldn't just, no!"

Eyes widening slightly, Kore stepped back, putting her foot back down. It was hard for her to retreat too much since her hand was still in his and the crowd was still rushing about them. There were grumbles about the crazy pair that stood in the middle of the street, but nobody cared enough to say something directly to them.

Hell.

Something in Kore's mind rang at the sound. It wasn't quite the word that she was looking for, but it was something so close that it almost hooked memories from the abyss of darkness and headaches. Hell. She knew that word. Hell was a place for the dead - the kingdom of the dead. But there was something not quite right about the connotation of Hell. It seemed negative, cold, dark - bad. And that wasn't what Hell was. Hell was not good, not bad, just - just a place for the dead to reside.

And maybe get punished. But then, those who were punished always deserved it.

There's no point in fighting death, Kore thought, slowly, the words falling into place with any effort on her part. It will come to everyone. It is something preordained by -

Conor's voice shook her out of her trance. She looked back up at him, only realizing then that her gaze had dropped to the pavement and the feet stomping on it without regard.

"Kore, does this usually happen?"

'This'...? Confusion twisted Kore's face. What was Conor talking about - and then it clicked. She looked down at the pavement again, more specifically at her feet and the skin that was unbroken - there was no trace at all that she had ever slipped and been hurt. Usually, she thought... Usually. The word didn't mean much to her, since her present situation on expanded to a few days back.

"Um," She said finally. "It -" And then was interrupted by another growl from her stomach and a more insistent feeling that Kore was slowly beginning to identify as intense hunger. She was sure now - it was a feeling that she had never before experienced in her life - and she was fairly sure that she didn't like it. Everything else seemed to fade out of importance as the hunger swarmed over her mind. She pulled her hand from Conor's and adjusted the jacket around her so that it looked like she was just wearing a jacket over a nice dress. She looked back up at Conor, obstinacy in her eyes.

"Can we get food?"