Chasing after a mysterious figure that only Tahl had actually seen was maybe not the best plan. Neither of them were really built for running, but Jorah was at least better at it than she was, and he understood the need to at least try to catch whoever it was, no matter how fast the guy was.
They had both been hit hard by the loss of their various siblings, but he wondered sometimes if it had been worse for Tahl. She was better at the psychic shit than he was. So they both had personal pain, but she had a new hole in her thoughts where another person used to be. So she kind of needed to learn that one of them had simply escapes, in a way they both knew was probably impossible. Plus, their masks were only unique on the inside. There design was based on things that there were probably plenty of in the outside world.
Still, she cared about it so deeply, and if he let her she would probably keep chasing until she actually did herself an injury. Either from busting a lung or something from the exertion or falling off her ridiculous shoes.
They swerved around a few corners, and suddenly their target stopped in his tracks and turned to face them. Jorah had to grab the back of Tahl’s shirt to keep her from slamming into him. For a second it was a bit of a faceoff, all of them staring at each other. He was actually only assuming the guy was staring. They couldn’t actually see his face still in the poor light.
The twins must have look pretty weird to him though. They were off looking people to start with, and the first thing they had done after getting both freedom and funds was get new clothes. After all their lives spent in virtual uniforms, they felt it was fair to treat themselves that way. Tahl had gone a little overboard with her look, maybe. Experimenting with makeup was probably a misstep, since it was more often than not a dribbled mess. Jorah was much more comfortable in his jeans and tank tops. Still nice and dark though. He didn’t think he’d ever wear anything sterile and white again.
“Um...Hi there,” Tahl said, and amazed her brother by taking off her mask despite the fact that they were both gasping for breath already. “Sorry to scare you. I’m Tahl. This is Jorah. Who are you?”
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