V may not think there's much of use to learn here, but Murmur was not so quick to disregard it. If a memory was worth holding, it held value to someone.
Murmur hangs back, out of the way of the chaos and V nearly being knocked over by a blur of red. Human children, they appeared to be, playing some kind of game. Well, one playing, the other an unwilling participant being drug along it would seem.
He notices V's grip tighten, the muttered words too quiet for the dream-children to notice.
"It is typical behavior for human children, is it not?" He asks quietly, watching after their retreating forms.
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V may not think there's much of use to learn here, but Murmur was not so quick to disregard it. If a memory was worth holding, it held value to someone.
Murmur hangs back, out of the way of the chaos and V nearly being knocked over by a blur of red. Human children, they appeared to be, playing some kind of game. Well, one playing, the other an unwilling participant being drug along it would seem.
He notices V's grip tighten, the muttered words too quiet for the dream-children to notice.
"It is typical behavior for human children, is it not?" He asks quietly, watching after their retreating forms.