If anyone could see through Thomas's masks, it was Justine. She'd been with him for almost five years, and in that time had come to know his moods and to understand his masks, and his need for them. Generally, she also knew what hid under them, but this was...different. There were things in his eyes that she'd never seen before, and it confused her a bit. It had only been a few months since she'd seen him, and she'd gotten all the news she could of him - which actually wasn't very much. Had something happened? He was alive, at least, and most other things could be solved eventually. So she took a deep breath and nodded.
"Okay," she said, although her face paled a little at the thought of it. She was strong, and rather stubborn, but she was also weak and her legs were already aching from the exertion of coming this far.
After a few steps, she stopped, needing to catch her breath.
"Thomas, what's wrong?" She could sense it in the air all around him, and it was making her heart pound in a frantic staccato rhythm. She didn't know if he'd tell her - he didn't always, for one reason or another, but she had to ask.