who'll have mercy on your soul?

[bilocation]

[She hasn't budged. Since she returned to the hotel, B-ko's locked herself in her room and crawled to the corner of her bed, burying her face in the pillow. In here, at least, she could pretend that she was safe. The sheets smelled funny and the air too cool for her to imagine that she's home, but what little comfort there is she'll take it. Right now, the world beyond that door was too frightening for her to face.

She called him earlier, much too afraid to be ashamed, but she doesn't know if he'll really come. Knees drawn tightly to her chest, she shook her head against the pillow.]

Help me... someone...

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[bilocation]

[Such a mundane suggestion helps ground her. Eating is a basic thing, simple enough to focus on. She saved enough food, didn't she? Even though wandering into the abandoned supermarket had been scary... she managed to scrape together enough.

A-ya hasn't pulled away yet, either. With a squeeze, she manages to calm down.]

... all right. I might have something.