[Sunny's shoulders sink. The hand gripping Basil's sleeve still holds it, but his grip goes loose. They're still just standing here, but Basil's right. Where else is there for them to go? They leave this place, and then what? "Bad things will happen tonight," and no, no - that room, that house, that town is the last place Sunny wants to be.
[Still. Still. He hangs his head, shifting his eyes away, chewing on his lip. He doesn't do much with freedom, but he still doesn't like the feeling of being trapped; it won't go away once they can leave the booth.]
Maybe...maybe... [He repeats the word, softer and softer each time, until it stops making sound; then...] We could go...we could...r-run...
[His heart races. It's too terrifying, to free. They couldn't. It would never work, but they aren't in Faraway, so...so, maybe...]
jesus christ these two idiots will die here while armin stands behind them in line
[Still. Still. He hangs his head, shifting his eyes away, chewing on his lip. He doesn't do much with freedom, but he still doesn't like the feeling of being trapped; it won't go away once they can leave the booth.]
Maybe...maybe... [He repeats the word, softer and softer each time, until it stops making sound; then...] We could go...we could...r-run...
[His heart races. It's too terrifying, to free. They couldn't. It would never work, but they aren't in Faraway, so...so, maybe...]
B-ba...sil...