Re: [arcade: hannah, david, eddie]
All the Revenant felt of the twitch of the string was the sensation of hairs standing on end. He felt sure the man whose hand he was shaking had done it, but he didn't have much time to wonder.
The memory was as meaningless as a fairy tale. Drifting voices without points of origin, bombs and women floating behind glass. It felt like a story, and with no reference points, it was almost impossible to connect the people in it to reality. But the bomb was real. He wondered why the well-dressed man who owned the arcade wanted to destroy a sleeping woman and the man on the throne. A king and queen, of what, and where?
He released Eddie's hand, and it took him a moment to recover, a moment of a slow blink and his eyes went to Hannah. Maybe she knew who the woman was. He might ask her.
"How did you meet?" he asked, instead. It was polite as table conversation. He drifted around a step, circling back, watching as she made her choice.