![]() ![]() ❞ dylan doesn’t recognize them, though that perhaps isn’t saying much. how likely is it that she can break away from this confrontation without getting shot? there’s a small tick of her jaw that the hood she’s pulled up hopefully hides, but the constant flick of her eyes up and around shows her tell She supplies, face as void of emotion as she can manage. her hands rose slightly on instinct even as they twitched to shift to one of the knives hidden at her side. she hadn’t heard them (not that she’d been listening) and fought the urge to let out a curse. Skidding to a sudden halt, dylan freezes at the realization of the other. and, for the most part, she very much wanted to stay alive. for letting herself become so overwhelmed with thought that she hadn’t kept her attention on her surroundings - mistakes in this new world often killed. Later, dylan will chastise herself for being so stupid. Not to mention, she had yet to unsheathe a hidden weapon and take her opportunity to get rid of them then and there - though, perhaps that was simply because there had yet to be an opportunity. Society didn’t function unless there was some level of trust, some way to prove that there was still good here. Mind games had never much been their style Direct and straight forward was much preferred. “You make a fair point.” But at the same time, no progress could ever be made if everyone remained wary of one another. Her response makes a smile form on Atlas’s lips, appreciating the pointed honesty. dylan would not lead a potential danger back to the library. why would i tell you anything? ❞ her chin lifts slightly, hoping to portray the stubborn determination sparking within the pit of her stomach. ❝ don’t take this the wrong way, ❞ she starts hesitantly, eyes still trained on the gun in his hand that is no longer pointed at her. her hands lower, too, though she keeps one close to her hip in case this is all just some kind of ploy. distrust was not natural to her, but she’d developed the trait out of sheer survival instinct. The urge to visibly relax as the gun is lower nearly consumes her but dylan holds stock still. that was one of the first hard lessons dylan had learned - the laws of the old world no longer mattered. nothing and no one in this world would or could stop them, save for previous talent. if people wanted to kill, they usually shot first and asked questions later. She wasn’t dead yet, and that meant something. Marcia could’ve very well decided staying in the city wasn’t safe and taken off years ago. “She uh - she was here when this all started.” Granted, that seemed like a lifetime ago, now. But given the way she looked, appearing as if she’d at least recently had a good nights rest, it seemed safe to assume she did. Or Atlas had been wrong about it all, and Dylan had no home to return to, either. Or maybe Dylan just didn’t know all the people who had sought refuge. It meant that whatever camp Dylan was running from - or to - wasn’t protecting Marcia. “Right,” Atlas sighed at the admission that Marcia’s name was unfamiliar. But then again, they’d been wrong before. ![]() But if she were lying, what would she be aiming to gain from it? Atlas couldn’t see a reason keeping their sister from them would be of benefit for this random survivor on the streets. It seems as if she’s being honest, though she could just be a very convincing liar. ❝ what makes you think she’s around here? ❞ ❝ i… ❞ a frown joins the furrow on her lips before her head shakes slightly. there’s a part of her that can’t help the way her mind instantly wanders through the catalogue of faces that were housed within her memory. her brows furrow next, deepening as they continue their story. ❝ dylan, ❞ she returns after a long moment. but the other stowed their weapon and she couldn’t help how her shoulders relaxed at the gesture. there was no trust to be had with people, at least for ones she’d just met. Dylan eyes him wearily but does not move. ![]()
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