The animals, [Shijima says very softly. Her brow furrows so slightly that it's easy to miss, and she looks off in some distant direction, ostensibly trying to ascertain exactly what sort of animals would be this strange.] Indeed?
[Then suddenly she turns her head to look at Silver, her big, golden eyes finding his face, irises giving a peculiar glint in the forest's minimal lighting. She is blank-faced, unbothered, when she asks,] Why shouldn't I do it? You were scared?
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[Then suddenly she turns her head to look at Silver, her big, golden eyes finding his face, irises giving a peculiar glint in the forest's minimal lighting. She is blank-faced, unbothered, when she asks,] Why shouldn't I do it? You were scared?