I don't know. [Hope cuts in, looking weary and defeated. He can't help but follow the movement of her hand, noting the white, almost scorched looking markings that have faded against her skin.
Like Fang's, is his immediate thought, and then he realizes he's staring and jerks his head away with a nervous cough.]
—your brand, it's...
[Still there. But halted. What happens now?
Hope slips a hand behind his back, attempting to do so casually. His own brand had advanced already, so soon after it had on Pulse, this time from the shock of Lightning's disappearance. She's gone through too much. Time to delay this bit of news as long as possible.
Though if she came back, maybe he will too—
Hope shakes his head, attempting to banish those sorts of thoughts from his mind for the time being. He must be strong. Now that she's back, he can be. Again.]
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Like Fang's, is his immediate thought, and then he realizes he's staring and jerks his head away with a nervous cough.]
—your brand, it's...
[Still there. But halted. What happens now?
Hope slips a hand behind his back, attempting to do so casually. His own brand had advanced already, so soon after it had on Pulse, this time from the shock of Lightning's disappearance. She's gone through too much. Time to delay this bit of news as long as possible.
Though if she came back, maybe he will too—
Hope shakes his head, attempting to banish those sorts of thoughts from his mind for the time being. He must be strong. Now that she's back, he can be. Again.]