[Ah... what a graceful bow. Not the typical greeting, but one Nishi instinctively knows how to answer, returning it with equal measure. She seems to belong here, as grand as the hall itself, though the memory of blood spilled in the name of justice lingers, leaving her beauty out of place in this desolate room.
He rises from his seat in the corner where he'd sat to keep the whole theater in view and steps forward to meet her in the center.]
I only wanted somewhere quiet to think. [...] Not that your presence is any disruption. You have as much right to be here as I do.
Still... I can't help but feel this place is stained by what occurred earlier. It's not quite as grand or beautiful as it was before.
hmm. shall we poll the audience
He rises from his seat in the corner where he'd sat to keep the whole theater in view and steps forward to meet her in the center.]
I only wanted somewhere quiet to think. [...] Not that your presence is any disruption. You have as much right to be here as I do.
Still... I can't help but feel this place is stained by what occurred earlier. It's not quite as grand or beautiful as it was before.