[Justine meets his gaze and then pauses. His eyes are like emeralds. Not the color but the precious stone. They take the light, absorb it or refract it, changing it into something with meaning.
Her shoulders relax and, after a longer pause, she nods her head in a gentle motion.]
I don't have any bandages on me.
[Her teeth gently capture her lower lip, worrying nervously at the pink flesh.]
I thought I was dead. [Her voice is very soft.] When I first woke up here.
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Her shoulders relax and, after a longer pause, she nods her head in a gentle motion.]
I don't have any bandages on me.
[Her teeth gently capture her lower lip, worrying nervously at the pink flesh.]
I thought I was dead. [Her voice is very soft.] When I first woke up here.