Re: Third Class ; Dining
She seemed as lost as he was, and wasn't it a little ironic that two people who did not know who they were found one another on this tipping, swaying ship? "I don't know where to look, either," he responded in turn, voice dropping to a whisper that was almost conspiratorial. "But you keep looking. And when you find it, you'll know." Or at least that's what he needed to believe. He couldn't wander forever, lost and alone, could he? There had to be some point to it all, some destination to reach where everything would make sense.
As she started to unfold, to open up more to him, he watched her, never reaching out, never moving farther than the place he sat, unthreatening even with his long limbs and longer features. "There are some of us who are kind, I believe, but there are just as many who are not. Are there those of you who are cruel?" He looked at her for a long while, then reached out with one hand, long fingers and a long palm, extending it to her. It was an offering, friendship, perhaps, a joining of two lost souls.