Choosing to ignore the others, the winged boy focused on Dawn for the time being.
The boy’s eyes lit up at the girl’s recognition. Thank god, someone he could rely on around here. Of all the Wanderers who could have been pulled here, Drake was admittedly glad it was Dawn. She was like a sister to him. The two of them had started the resistance group, after all, and had known each other longer than most of the others.
Well, except Allen, but honestly, who cared about that guy? He could never take anything seriously.
“Dawn, thank god. I was starting to think I was alone here, and with all the Erubescan troups over there-” he trailed off, noticing how distracted the girl seemed. And how… pale. Sickly. More-so, he couldn’t help but notice her aura. It, too, portrayed that she was, in fact, not handling things well.
“Hey… Are you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he commented. Drake had no idea the kind of irony that came with that statement. Clueless to the fact that he had been pulled from his timeline only a few days before his life would come to a final end. He had no idea he would be buried by the very family he had spent his life protecting.
The boy decided he should probably explain what he knew so far. “It seems we’ve been pulled from our world and thrown into some alternate dimension with a bunch of other… things. People. I haven’t really figured out what to call most of them yet. But uh, yeah. If it wasn’t for some of the things I’ve seen so far, I’d still be having a hard time believing it myself.”
He was rambling and opted to revert back to his previous topic. “Seriously though, what’s bothering you?” Sometimes he wished he could read minds, too.
The boy’s eyes lit up at the girl’s recognition. Thank god, someone he could rely on around here. Of all the Wanderers who could have been pulled here, Drake was admittedly glad it was Dawn. She was like a sister to him. The two of them had started the resistance group, after all, and had known each other longer than most of the others.
Well, except Allen, but honestly, who cared about that guy? He could never take anything seriously.
“Dawn, thank god. I was starting to think I was alone here, and with all the Erubescan troups over there-” he trailed off, noticing how distracted the girl seemed. And how… pale. Sickly. More-so, he couldn’t help but notice her aura. It, too, portrayed that she was, in fact, not handling things well.
“Hey… Are you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he commented. Drake had no idea the kind of irony that came with that statement. Clueless to the fact that he had been pulled from his timeline only a few days before his life would come to a final end. He had no idea he would be buried by the very family he had spent his life protecting.
The boy decided he should probably explain what he knew so far. “It seems we’ve been pulled from our world and thrown into some alternate dimension with a bunch of other… things. People. I haven’t really figured out what to call most of them yet. But uh, yeah. If it wasn’t for some of the things I’ve seen so far, I’d still be having a hard time believing it myself.”
He was rambling and opted to revert back to his previous topic. “Seriously though, what’s bothering you?” Sometimes he wished he could read minds, too.