[ Verso is still listening to this conversation, even though he thinks he really shouldn't be. He's not watching anymore, tucked himself far back on the ledge he's hiding on, too afraid of being spotted even in a flash of movement or a reflection in a cave pool, there's too much light in here --
But he can hear it, anyway, in Gustave's voice, echoing a little through the caves. He immediately sees clear as day in front of his eyes Gustave's face, pale and sunken, splattered with blood, but with a haunting smile as he pressed the pistol to his head. He'd been sure, so sure, that Verso was dead. And why wouldn't he be?
And now . . .
Verso peeks briefly over the ledge, sees Esquie's masked head turning his direction, and realizes he needs to go now. He's immediately gone, vanished into the cave's shadows and twisting ledges, and Esquie looks back down at Gustave.
This new friend does seem somewhat unhappy about the answers he's giving him, which is slightly worrying. But it makes sense: perhaps the florist, too, has missed Verso. They must be such good friends. Esquie answers quite happily: ]
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But he can hear it, anyway, in Gustave's voice, echoing a little through the caves. He immediately sees clear as day in front of his eyes Gustave's face, pale and sunken, splattered with blood, but with a haunting smile as he pressed the pistol to his head. He'd been sure, so sure, that Verso was dead. And why wouldn't he be?
And now . . .
Verso peeks briefly over the ledge, sees Esquie's masked head turning his direction, and realizes he needs to go now. He's immediately gone, vanished into the cave's shadows and twisting ledges, and Esquie looks back down at Gustave.
This new friend does seem somewhat unhappy about the answers he's giving him, which is slightly worrying. But it makes sense: perhaps the florist, too, has missed Verso. They must be such good friends. Esquie answers quite happily: ]
You juuuust missed him!
[ He was right here. ]