[Rosette flops down in a seat nearest the window, far, far happier now that Chrono has been healed. She drags him over next to her, not relinquishing the hold on his hand, no matter how tricky it made nursing his bloody nose.
Those with her, those who have seen hell through the windshield of a car driven by Rosette at 110 miles an hour over uneven terrain through an active battle field, shuffle in, pale and uncertain that there is a god.]
E. AWYEAH MAKING NEW LETTERS. On the train home. | OPEN TO ALL
Those with her, those who have seen hell through the windshield of a car driven by Rosette at 110 miles an hour over uneven terrain through an active battle field, shuffle in, pale and uncertain that there is a god.]
Ahhh! HOMEWARD BOUND!