Another passenger. Right. Because they...were on a train. He hadn't thought his first train ride would be like this. He always thought of trains as immobile beasts of oil and steel. Maybe his mother had been right after all these years. The world seemed eager to eat him. He closed his eyes and tried not to picture her face, trying to picture nothing at all.
The woman speaks again. Cheris. It's an unusual name. He rolls his head over to look at her, his body trembling mildly. Pretty names didn't mean people with pretty and kinda hearts. But she's offering to help him...
"Okay," he responds, his voice softer than crushed velvet, almost more a child than a teenager's. "My prosthetic...I don't think there's any saving it. I just...Can't get away from it. I'm sorry." Because of course, he is. Sorry to inconvenience someone, and sorry to be a burden.
"What's this?" He takes the mask from her, never having seen technology like it. He was used to paper masks from doctors, but this was decidedly far less scary to Eddie. "Is it so I don't breathe any of the smoke in?"
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The woman speaks again. Cheris. It's an unusual name. He rolls his head over to look at her, his body trembling mildly. Pretty names didn't mean people with pretty and kinda hearts. But she's offering to help him...
"Okay," he responds, his voice softer than crushed velvet, almost more a child than a teenager's. "My prosthetic...I don't think there's any saving it. I just...Can't get away from it. I'm sorry." Because of course, he is. Sorry to inconvenience someone, and sorry to be a burden.
"What's this?" He takes the mask from her, never having seen technology like it. He was used to paper masks from doctors, but this was decidedly far less scary to Eddie. "Is it so I don't breathe any of the smoke in?"