Key?
> The voice was small, but oh-so recognizable.
> Tahlullah walked from the ladder to where Key was standing, grabbing at the elder's hands.
I- I need help.
> The 8 year old's voice cracked.
Lucy's going insane, she- she slapped me.
Is.. Does anyone actually like Manburg?
- @tahlullahs-askbox
Key looked down at her with wide eyes, and drew in a shaky breath.
“Lucy.. what..?” He whispered in shock, mostly to himself. He shook his head slightly, he couldn’t linger on that right now.
“I don’t- I don’t know, Lullah.” He paused, wishing that better words of comfort would come to him, to no avail. “I- I don’t. I hope you know that. Gods, I wish that went for everyone,” he whispered hoarsely.
Something about being in Manburg had always given him a sense of unease, which had only grown in his time being there. Of course, it hadn’t ever felt the same without Lucy and Lullah. It was not and would never be L’Manburg. It was not his home.