When Faye sinks to the sand, Lily follows, kneeling in the midst of the marbles and she brushes one away absently as she studies her friend carefully. The marbles, whatever they are, aren't making her sick and she thinks that's enough to suggest -- at least to Lily -- that they're not what Faye thinks they are.
"What kind of virus?" she asks, wondering why it would be here, why it would show up on the island. The only explanation, if it's not the virus, is that they're here simply to mess with Faye. It hasn't happened often, but at that thought, Lily feels a dull flicker of anger toward the island, as if it were something sentient, something that can think.
There are other questions, too. Why is it here? Why does it look like this? Why was it made? But for now, she just settles on asking the one.
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Date: 2012-01-28 04:38 pm (UTC)"What kind of virus?" she asks, wondering why it would be here, why it would show up on the island. The only explanation, if it's not the virus, is that they're here simply to mess with Faye. It hasn't happened often, but at that thought, Lily feels a dull flicker of anger toward the island, as if it were something sentient, something that can think.
There are other questions, too. Why is it here? Why does it look like this? Why was it made? But for now, she just settles on asking the one.