L O S T in an O R D I N A R Y W O R L D.

[Pripyat]

s a i g o n _ x

Saigon looked suddenly up, and much of the fear seemed to leave his face. There was a subtle change to his stance; as if a different cat stood where he had.
"How many cats do you know?" he meowed, his voice stronger. "And would you let them help you, if you wanted to? You'd be suprised, if you let your guard down..."

Saigon twitched, and suddenly his face clouded with fear again and the anxiety returned.
"Don't be sorry..." he repeated, as if he hadn't just spoken. "I shouldn't have said that, though." His voice had regained that low, musical meloncholy quality. "It wasn't my place to say anything."
He almost seemed to be talking to himself. If anything, he appeared vaguely confused. He was acting very strange all of a sudden.

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Falter had to admit, she was kind of freaked out by Saigon. Not really, totally freaked, but the tom was pretty strange.
She wasn't expecting the raise of volume and strength in his voice; it was surprising, and it sort of stung her. But she answered as she stared at the ground.
"I do not know any cats. I cannot say that I know you," she spoke softly,
"I don't even know myself," she added quietly. "If anyone actually wanted to help me....I..I..w..would," she stopped, and looked up, quickly changing the subject.
"If anything anyone says was in place, no one would be saying anything at all," Falter didn't care if she made sense, she justed wanted to stop talking about help. She didn't need any help.

[Kestrel]

s a i g o n _ x

Luckily for Falter, Saigon himself did not remember saying anything about help.

So the change of subject was not odd at all for him.

Saigon glanced quickly at Falter, then away. Where he had come from, looking to long at someone could get you hurt badly.
"Maybe..." Saigon muttered uncertaintly. "But there are times when you really shouldn't say anything."

He inspected a scar on his shoulder.

"Just for speaking out of turn," said his thoughts, a bitter note strong in those words.
"A scar for saying the wrong thing."

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