Kili frowns but shuts up. He gets it already, the grown ups want to talk. He's not sure when he gets to be the grown up but he owes Thorin everything and there's no way in hell he's going to do anything to really piss him off if he can help it. Don't worry. He moves back and pretends to look around the place. From what he remembers of field trips, there use to be a lot of art in here. There's nothing on the walls anymore. There are still some paintings and a lot of frames, but everything's gotten looted or graphiti'd.
And Kili's not really the sort to care actually. He'd been young when all of this happened. Young enough that this has become his new way of life. Young enough to know that his brother's death won't be the last person he loves that will leave him.
Like other people that had been kids or teenagers when the world went to shite, Kili's grown insensitive to certain things.
William, however, has not. His hands shake from sorrow and weakness as he addresses Thorin. "Thirty-three, and me." He's not sure what might be there any more. They all ran, those that could at least. The doors had been left open, therefore. He's sure the neighbourhood is swarming with infected by now.
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Date: 2013-10-05 08:17 pm (UTC)And Kili's not really the sort to care actually. He'd been young when all of this happened. Young enough that this has become his new way of life. Young enough to know that his brother's death won't be the last person he loves that will leave him.
Like other people that had been kids or teenagers when the world went to shite, Kili's grown insensitive to certain things.
William, however, has not. His hands shake from sorrow and weakness as he addresses Thorin. "Thirty-three, and me." He's not sure what might be there any more. They all ran, those that could at least. The doors had been left open, therefore. He's sure the neighbourhood is swarming with infected by now.