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Week One | Outside the circle of huts | Friday Night
[ There is a song they would sing, the three of them. Head, shoulder, knees, toes, she'd sing faster and faster and Shin would get upset when he couldn't keep up.
She has been walking back and forth, back and forth, humming the rhythm, following the words and lightly pressing her fingertips against the mentioned body parts. ]
Eyes, and ears, and mouth, and nose..head--
[ She stops when she sees Bellamy, and though she speaks directly to him, her eyes look somewhere much far past him. ]
You were right. [ Her voice is tired, but there is no severity in her voice, no fear. She speaks like what is just is. ]
We're all at risk.
She has been walking back and forth, back and forth, humming the rhythm, following the words and lightly pressing her fingertips against the mentioned body parts. ]
Eyes, and ears, and mouth, and nose..head--
[ She stops when she sees Bellamy, and though she speaks directly to him, her eyes look somewhere much far past him. ]
You were right. [ Her voice is tired, but there is no severity in her voice, no fear. She speaks like what is just is. ]
We're all at risk.
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I want all of us to get out of here, Jinah, not just me.