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He also looked a little confused, gesturing to the house. "Me? You don't want me living in your space."
He frowned, tilting his head. "You don't want me to stay here."
He hesitated. "They're a handful, Nas. Besides, I gotta find a new place anyway. At least somewhere to drop off my stuff."
"I'll be okay," he repeated. "I'll come back to you. I need to move the mice, though. Find a place for them."
He hesitated, reaching out and brushing her hair back gently, his eyes intense. "I'll be alright."
He watched her for a moment before shaking his head. "You're sorry? Nas, you're the one person... the only person keeping me going. You never...
He looked down at her, something like clarity in his eyes. "They're all dying out there, Nas. We lost Alder today. Alder."
His brows were furrowed and he shook his head, saying nothing for a moment. “The Northern Colonies were wiped out,” he said after a moment. “I...
He looked in the house in surprise, his head tilting. "What? No, I need... I need to get back out there," he said, his voice shaking. "I just...
He was standing in the doorway. He looked terrible. His shoulders were slumped, and he was soaking wet, shaking in the gloom. He had several cuts...
It was dark outside when he returned. To be more specific, it was the early morning. The rain had patterned on an entire day. At around three...
(Zoop?)
He nodded and left, heading down the path.
The mice turned and looked at her and Victor stood. "Okay. Okay. I'll be back, Nas. Thank you again."
He watched her before turning to the mice. "Sylavette betriyl Nascha," he said, kneeling down and pointing at Nascha. "Nascha. Escucharte il...
He laughed, looking over at her. "I'll be back tonight. I promise."
He looked down at the mice and clicked his tongue. They lined up obediently, looking up at him. "You can even just leave them somewhere else. I...
He hesitated before shaking his head slowly. "I don't know. I'll be back tonight to pick them up and find a new place. Thank you, Nas. Seriously."
"I just need to have a place to put the mice," he said worriedly. "I'm going back out there for the evacuation efforts, but my home is gone, and I...
His hair was soaking wet and he looked over his shoulder. "No. There's a mass evacuation order," he said. "I need your help."
