[ Just like that the event is gone. Just like always. Philip uses the opportunity to slip back into his old routine. Matters left to settle, things left to say. Not the pleasant kind. It can probably wait a day or a few.
He opens the door to the grounds, and lets Faraday slip outside. ]
Go on then, I'll catch up.
[ He doesn't think she can actually hear him. Hard to describe, the difference between the thoughts that make it, and the ones that don't. But it's there, sometimes. Muffled, or clear. They've been getting clearer, lately. Sometimes he wonders if there's more.
The door falls shut in front of him. Faraday is probably halfway to the hills already. He meant to follow through right away, but-- Right, footsteps.
Philip turns around, and looks back at the beginning of the hallway, curious who's about to approach. ]
Wednesday morning, entrance hall | as discussed
He opens the door to the grounds, and lets Faraday slip outside. ]
Go on then, I'll catch up.
[ He doesn't think she can actually hear him. Hard to describe, the difference between the thoughts that make it, and the ones that don't. But it's there, sometimes. Muffled, or clear. They've been getting clearer, lately. Sometimes he wonders if there's more.
The door falls shut in front of him. Faraday is probably halfway to the hills already. He meant to follow through right away, but-- Right, footsteps.
Philip turns around, and looks back at the beginning of the hallway, curious who's about to approach. ]