[She can't even summon a word in response to him. It isn't as though she's unfamiliar with suicidal children; a kid couldn't grow up in a place like the School and be unfamiliar with a longing for death on some level. But he's crazy. Literally, irrevocably insane. There's a difference between a sick and maimed child lying down to die and someone like Albedo searching for it.
The connection breaks, and the communicator is shoved in her pocket. Hands fist in her hair at the temples, brush through it restlessly. What he's said is much more disturbing than some cruel fake of a ghost, and Max finds herself rushing from the house with a fire in her step, because it doesn't matter that he's immortal. He's alone somewhere.
Somewhere outside the house, she discovers quickly, curled against the wall with a terrible air around him.]
You!
[It takes no thinking, obviously, as someone with a functioning brain would do otherwise, as she strides forward, hand outstretched to snatch the shoulder of his shirt and yank him to his feet, her panic masked behind anger.]
[action] oh here you go~
The connection breaks, and the communicator is shoved in her pocket. Hands fist in her hair at the temples, brush through it restlessly. What he's said is much more disturbing than some cruel fake of a ghost, and Max finds herself rushing from the house with a fire in her step, because it doesn't matter that he's immortal. He's alone somewhere.
Somewhere outside the house, she discovers quickly, curled against the wall with a terrible air around him.]
You!
[It takes no thinking, obviously, as someone with a functioning brain would do otherwise, as she strides forward, hand outstretched to snatch the shoulder of his shirt and yank him to his feet, her panic masked behind anger.]
What is wrong with you?