If his name was here, it meant he hadn’t made it. Hadn’t it been a problem with his leg? How did that kill someone? It was hard to figure out how I felt about it. Disappointed? Sad for him?
I suppose maybe he was caught by the wave, like the overweight guy. Chubster, wasn’t it? Although Chubster wasn’t on the list. Did he make it through the wave after all?
It was hard to figure out how I felt, period. Not just about the dead.
…I see. Which end of the spectrum are we on here? Lots of conflicting emotions? No emotions, as with depression?
I shivered, and rubbed my arms to warm up. It was sunny out, but cool air rolled down from the nearby mountains, and the amount of moisture in the air made for a damp cold.
Should have brought something warmer to wear. I stepped back and out of the way so a pair of parents with a toddler could pass by me.
Surely there’s nothing metaphorical about the weather giving Taylor chills while she’s reading a list of dead people. Nothing at all.
Rubbing my sleeves against my arms, I traveled around to the right, to the far side of the memorial, which faced the city.
Oh, was that the end of the list? I guess they did catch themselves before putting Skitter on there, then.
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