[Jasper stares through Wanda at the huts and houses. Doors opening and closing with as little noise as possible. Villagers gossiping and labouring in schools and stalls.
People mingling. People laughing. People being happy.
He grits his teeth and closes his eyes. His sour expression is obscured by his fringe until he shakes his head and brushes it aside. He is not unhappy to see her. He is unhappy to have to make sense of this mess of memories.]
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People mingling. People laughing. People being happy.
He grits his teeth and closes his eyes. His sour expression is obscured by his fringe until he shakes his head and brushes it aside. He is not unhappy to see her. He is unhappy to have to make sense of this mess of memories.]
Months. Are you certain?