He saw, that the kid was still terrified. That wasn’t truly hard to tell. She just looked, like he tried to seem even smaller than she really was. Just her posture - head lowered, gaze focused on the floor, it was just clear. She just gave the impression, like she didn’t want to be there. Well, Allen wasn’t even surprised. And it pained him to see a child so scared like this. In place, where she truly was finally safe. He couldn’t leave the kid just like that.
Allen kneeled to one knee, to get to the same height as the girl. He knew that she was avoiding his gaze, didn’t wanting to even look at him. Allen exhaled, seeing that. But well, eye contact was the first step to make her truly listen to him. To be able to make her believe, that there is no reason for her to be afraid of any of them.
“Kara was the android, yes?” He asked quietly, after a short moment of hesitation. He used the softest tone he could, the one he had mastered, because how many tragedies happened in the past couple of months. In his unit, in this city. It was unavoidable, to speak with other about what was happening. And it caused various reactions.
He just wanted Alice, if he remembered correctly the girl’s name, to talk to him. He didn’t want her to be stuck in that loop of apathy and anxiety. No one should be left stuck in that hell. No child especially.
Initially, Alice did not nod nor did she speak in confirmation of Kara’s identity, but the shift of her gaze was enough of a sign. She wondered how much the man really knew about the AX400 -- how he viewed androids and deviants. The brunette decided to test the waters by telling only the tip of the iceberg.
“Kara---she... when no one else could, she saved me.” They saved each other. Alice was the one who pulled the trigger, though she dare not admit to murder now, in the presence of a stranger. She loved Kara, she missed her so much. Her brows knit together even further. Don’t cry, don’t cry. “She was scared to die, too...”
Alice glanced only briefly to Captain Allen before her eyes returned to the floor. Pessimistically, she thought he must be faking sympathy, but she hoped maybe it was not like that; maybe he even did care. Doubtful. She was in a dark place in her mind, so much pain in a heart that had simply yearned for love. For a normal life, a happy life. She could not see any bright future, no one had cared enough before, why bother now?
“What’s gonna happen to me...?” Within her murmured inquiry there lingered a sense of worry, of fear, of helplessness. “What’s left out there?”
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