(later, abby isn't going to remember this part. how she scrambled to her feet in the wake of scorpia's distressing message, shoved her feet into her shoes and slung her pack up onto her shoulder. as if she isn't well-rehearsed; whole thing would have taken less than a minute. she thinks she yelled out to somebody on the threshold, maybe clarisse, or that she shouted that she'd be back later to the house at large– the whole thing has blurred out upon recollection. because what happened then wasn't important.
she does remember sending a message to lev though because at that point, lev was still alive. he was out that day in the mist helping out with the wastes, so abby sent him a quick message to let him know she was going out, just in case he got back to find her gone. and then she snapped her fluid onto her wrist to reply to scorpia, pulling up her message before she broke out into a jog.
trying to recall it, now. the image of scorpia in wide-eyed, miserable panic, burnt on the backs of her eyelids.
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she does remember sending a message to lev though because at that point, lev was still alive. he was out that day in the mist helping out with the wastes, so abby sent him a quick message to let him know she was going out, just in case he got back to find her gone. and then she snapped her fluid onto her wrist to reply to scorpia, pulling up her message before she broke out into a jog.
trying to recall it, now. the image of scorpia in wide-eyed, miserable panic, burnt on the backs of her eyelids.
abby had never seen her look like that before.)
Leaving the house. Where are you?