[ At the prompting, Red finally looks into the pod — face to face with a small girl, sleeping like the rest of them. Her expression can't help but soften a fraction, because not ... everyone's like her. Not everyone has a complicated history with the entirety of her city, the people she thought were her friends ( or just, one, really, but she never really went out of her way to make friends ).
But ... her gaze lingers on the pod once more, before she reaches into her pocket for her phone. In complete silence as she types out a message, short and sweet, eventually turning the screen to him. ]
I'm sorry. [ For what it's worth. Sympathy from a stranger never means much, but — but. ]
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But ... her gaze lingers on the pod once more, before she reaches into her pocket for her phone. In complete silence as she types out a message, short and sweet, eventually turning the screen to him. ]
I'm sorry. [ For what it's worth. Sympathy from a stranger never means much, but — but. ]