[ Each item is taken out; his good side flickers with emotion, still expressive. A little bit wonder and confusion; the glass and cigarbox, those could be general but the coin? ]
Who told you about us?
[ Because there's no way that it could be so-- simple, could it? A guess? He strokes the coin, looking at it's silvery edges. ]
This can't all be... luck?
[ The jar, though. The jar has him transfixed, brows knit and tight. He does not know how to properly express the horror and power and understanding that rises from him, as he looks into that fetal creature, and feels that strange, bone-deep homesickness that comes with memories of the Bat and Gotham. ]
spam
[ Each item is taken out; his good side flickers with emotion, still expressive. A little bit wonder and confusion; the glass and cigarbox, those could be general but the coin? ]
Who told you about us?
[ Because there's no way that it could be so-- simple, could it? A guess? He strokes the coin, looking at it's silvery edges. ]
This can't all be... luck?
[ The jar, though. The jar has him transfixed, brows knit and tight. He does not know how to properly express the horror and power and understanding that rises from him, as he looks into that fetal creature, and feels that strange, bone-deep homesickness that comes with memories of the Bat and Gotham. ]
Can it?