[Here is Alice, with bloodied clothing and her pet dog right behind her. She hasn't let go of the vorpal blade since last night, still shaking in her head. It takes her a while to reach Ezio, due to fatigue, stopping at the door without a word.
Because it's so routine for her and her state of mind isn't exactly in the best condition, like a zombie, she tries to move around him. As if she's going back to work, looking like this.]
[Immediately his hands go to grab her arms- lightly, to let her know he's there- and he stops her from moving forward, fully aware that he has a blade very close to being stabbed right into him, if he sets her off.]
Alice. Alice, guardami. Stop. You don't have to work today.
[It does stop her, and on habit from the past two nights, she twitches in her knife hand, the blade up. His voice resonates in her mind; she had just spoken to him, not even thirty minutes ago, hadn't she. The whine of her companion brings her back completely. Wearily and exhausted, she finally looks up at him.]
[Oh, god, he had better be okay. Please let him be okay. The more he talks to her, the more Alice can at least stop triggering herself. It sticks to her as if it were glued on her hand, reluctantly, Alice starts to go inside, with her dog not far behind.]
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action; day 129
Because it's so routine for her and her state of mind isn't exactly in the best condition, like a zombie, she tries to move around him. As if she's going back to work, looking like this.]
action; day 129
Alice. Alice, guardami. Stop. You don't have to work today.
action; day 129
Huh? Wh- ... Ezio.
action; day 129
Alice, have you slept at all? You look exhausted.
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I couldn't. There's so many of them.
[Alice grips the vorpal blade tighter, shaking.]
action; day 129
[Alice has officially worked herself up over just thinking about it.]
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[He's trying to protect her, show her it's fine now, that he's here.]
They are gone now. You can come and rest inside.
[Please, Alice, he's worried about you.]
action; day 129
[Oh, god, he had better be okay. Please let him be okay. The more he talks to her, the more Alice can at least stop triggering herself. It sticks to her as if it were glued on her hand, reluctantly, Alice starts to go inside, with her dog not far behind.]