[It's difficult not to be afraid. All the impending doom, the blasé disregard for the lives lost, the pressure of it all hanging overhead. And that's to say nothing of the fact that even if things apparently go right, he's not safe. A cleansing flame that shall scour the Earth. He hopes it's not literal, but even if it's not, Imelda's hand finding his is a lifeline. He grips it back tight.
But soon enough, as the speech reaches its end, he sees he's not the only one in need of a hand. He leaves Imelda for the moment, going off to the back of the room where a little girl hides.]
Puella? Puelita? Do you want to walk outside with me for a bit? [He holds out his hand to her.]
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But soon enough, as the speech reaches its end, he sees he's not the only one in need of a hand. He leaves Imelda for the moment, going off to the back of the room where a little girl hides.]
Puella? Puelita? Do you want to walk outside with me for a bit? [He holds out his hand to her.]