[ Only half-listening, Claire averts her eyes to glance along the walls, picking out the malformed hand prints and streaks of red marring the otherwise smooth surface of the walls. ]
Trying not to think about it.
[ It's a quiet statement, mostly lost to the wall and the dark blob of his back and shoulder as she marches along next to him. She's still got a good grip on his hand, and it's a welcome way of not losing him. Distantly, she wonders how long it will last. Mostly Claire thinks of Kate, of how she hates that she might be alone and dealing with this. ]
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Trying not to think about it.
[ It's a quiet statement, mostly lost to the wall and the dark blob of his back and shoulder as she marches along next to him. She's still got a good grip on his hand, and it's a welcome way of not losing him. Distantly, she wonders how long it will last. Mostly Claire thinks of Kate, of how she hates that she might be alone and dealing with this. ]