Well, that's good, at least. [Utena sounds a little skeptical, but she allows the answer without further commentary, and waits for Mami to return.
One of the birds lands on her fingertip, and she studies it - the dark, intelligent eyes. Birds shouldn't look like that, and she gets an unpleasant chill down her spine.
Quietly, she asks it:] Did you lead me here? [Her head jerks in the direction of the looming apartment complex.] To her?
[But she gets no response, and she's irritated at herself for expecting one.]
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One of the birds lands on her fingertip, and she studies it - the dark, intelligent eyes. Birds shouldn't look like that, and she gets an unpleasant chill down her spine.
Quietly, she asks it:] Did you lead me here? [Her head jerks in the direction of the looming apartment complex.] To her?
[But she gets no response, and she's irritated at herself for expecting one.]