[ Gregson. Susato's breath hitches. There's a part of her that feels lucky for that, though it's not a comfortable feeling, and something that her imagination latches onto in the form of all those paintings and reacting in a low hum.
"Relieved, are you?"
"That's not very nice."
And yet maybe this will make it easier for her to help Gina. She will just have to hold onto that thought instead. ]
We can do this. Let's go, Gina!
[ With a determined grip of the frame, Susato takes the lead, tugging her in the phantom's direction. ]
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"Relieved, are you?"
"That's not very nice."
And yet maybe this will make it easier for her to help Gina. She will just have to hold onto that thought instead. ]
We can do this. Let's go, Gina!
[ With a determined grip of the frame, Susato takes the lead, tugging her in the phantom's direction. ]