It's a rather quaint town when you get down to it. At least, that's what the Sheriff would argue. Warm and dry in the mornings and afternoons with a brisk coolness in the evenings. The perfect type of weather to just sit out on your rocking chair and observe the comings and goings.
... Of course, there's not much in the way of comings and goings when there aren't any actual people here to watch. Nevertheless, don't let that get you down! The town is your oyster and those roosters won't stop crowing until everyone's out of bed. Up and at 'em, rise and shine, it's time to make the day yours!
Except there is, perhaps, a few things amiss.
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[As soon as Damian glances at Elizabeth, he glances away again, almost as if he's embarrassed. (He is.)] They're from Yuki. [Not technically, though she showed him how to harvest them appropriately from the pasture when they had gone out to get her some for pressing.]
[For now, he won't look at her in the face because he's afraid, even with the mask, he'll give away that he is embarrassed about being caught doing a good act despite wanting so desperately to be caught doing one.] They don't deserve flowers when they're dead.
They deserve them when they were alive to enjoy them. They didn't deserve to die at all in a sick game created by sick people.
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Still, you're the one who brought them. It's kindness all the same.
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They deserve them when they were alive to enjoy them. They didn't deserve to die at all in a sick game created by sick people.
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[Elizabeth's expression and posture both harden.]
You're right, this can't go on. And I'm sorry they had to be the first to also be the last.
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If we can't find a way to leave, they won't be the last. [He finally looks over at her.] More will die.