"You're not seeing butterflies? I—" Faye shook her head, rubbing at her eyes with the back of her hand, still trying to pool all of the marbles into a small hole that she pushed into the sand. "I keep on seeing flashes, and it's the same as when Vincent gave me the cure. And the marbles in that room were all whole, scattered over the ground."
Maybe she shouldn't have shared. Maybe it was better to keep her mouth shut. But more than anything else, Faye wanted to make sure that no one else was hurt.
"Dammit," she bit out. "I don't know who we can ask. Can you do anything with your laptop? Check the composition of these marbles."
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Date: 2012-01-29 12:41 am (UTC)Maybe she shouldn't have shared. Maybe it was better to keep her mouth shut. But more than anything else, Faye wanted to make sure that no one else was hurt.
"Dammit," she bit out. "I don't know who we can ask. Can you do anything with your laptop? Check the composition of these marbles."