❝Doesn’t anything bother you? Aren’t you afraid? ❞
doesn’t anything bother you? it takes a moment for lloyd to process the words being spoken to him. aren’t you afraid? the questions are like a constant ringing in his ears. he gives sophie an odd look, almost perplexed. did he seem unbothered? sure, he always played arbitrator — not clinging to one opinion or side over another — but it didn’t mean he wasn’t as apprehensive as the rest of them. he analyzes her face, hoping to see some sort of indication as to what kind of answer she was looking for, but there’s nothing. a small silence settles between them, before he clears his throat. “no,” he answers finally, confidently.













