The insult wasn’t lost on her, and Alice frowned heavily, turning her attention back to the roses. It wouldn’t hurt her to be a bit more cautious, she supposed, but being rebuked by a man she’d just met rubbed her the wrong way.
I guess I’ll have to now, now that I know there are weird stalkers out there. Still, she kept the words sealed behind her lips.
“Chaos might be preferable to some people, but not to all. I’ve had my fill of chaos for a lifetime.”
Noting her scowl, he snorts lowly. “I’m giving you lifetime advice, kid. Hate me all you want." It matters not to him, really–just that he follows her in order to find some clue on how to exit, since he does not exactly…recall how it was that he escaped the first time. That word…of ataxia, of discord. It means so much to him, almost as reverent as a faithful amen. Quietly, he admits, "Chaos…means more to those who have embraced it.”
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