We can't figure that out. Because people don't always see us. And sometimes people do, but they look scared of us. Like they can see we're ghosts.
[A fact that's a little disheartening, because she doesn't have any idea what they must look like to those people. Do they look like skeletons? Can they see how she bled from her eyes and how her jaw was torn from her face? Do they notice the black mark on Johnnie's face more pronounced, like the vide noir is clawing its way out of his skin? She's thought a lot about these things, though she probably shouldn't. But it leaves her wondering how Cruz sees them now, especially when he seems to be studying them closely.]
People tend to see what they want to see, I suppose. I know the flash of who I saw when you two first approached isn't the same as who I see now. You two are something special, alright. Found one another and can travel through time on that motorcycle of yours.
[Again, he sounds wistful and manages to look sad. Chrissy really feels for him, but instead of asking she just takes another drink from the Fireball before passing it back to Johnnie and taking the joint instead.]
We've been through a lot together. So we're really lucky to have one another.
[Is that just like rubbing salt in whatever emotional wound he has? She feels bad the second she says it, and bites her lip. Cruz doesn't seem bothered by it though, even though he still seems sad.]
You're a sweet girl, Chrissy. Maybe too sweet for the likes of him.
[Cruz laughs and jokes instead of letting that sadness show anymore, and jerks a bony finger toward Johnnie like they're old friends capable of ribbing one another.]
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[A fact that's a little disheartening, because she doesn't have any idea what they must look like to those people. Do they look like skeletons? Can they see how she bled from her eyes and how her jaw was torn from her face? Do they notice the black mark on Johnnie's face more pronounced, like the vide noir is clawing its way out of his skin? She's thought a lot about these things, though she probably shouldn't. But it leaves her wondering how Cruz sees them now, especially when he seems to be studying them closely.]
People tend to see what they want to see, I suppose. I know the flash of who I saw when you two first approached isn't the same as who I see now. You two are something special, alright. Found one another and can travel through time on that motorcycle of yours.
[Again, he sounds wistful and manages to look sad. Chrissy really feels for him, but instead of asking she just takes another drink from the Fireball before passing it back to Johnnie and taking the joint instead.]
We've been through a lot together. So we're really lucky to have one another.
[Is that just like rubbing salt in whatever emotional wound he has? She feels bad the second she says it, and bites her lip. Cruz doesn't seem bothered by it though, even though he still seems sad.]
You're a sweet girl, Chrissy. Maybe too sweet for the likes of him.
[Cruz laughs and jokes instead of letting that sadness show anymore, and jerks a bony finger toward Johnnie like they're old friends capable of ribbing one another.]