[ her hands still rest on his arms, fingers digging slightly into the fabric as an innocent looking animal passes nearby. she doesn't look at it, but is more than aware of its presence.
what she says next is whispered like a grave confession, like admitting to possessing this kind of power can is on par with admitting to some of the gruesome crimes people were falsely accused of committing. ]
I can tell that they're supposed to be people. They look like animals, but they're still-- They're still people, and I can see it, crazy as that probably sounds.