[That's priority number two. And if Muffet wants to help - she can help. He glances up in her direction, trying for firm and ending up more in the realm of anxious.]
Kittu. Kid with a bun. Striped shirt. You know them?
[She knows them.]
[She never lived in the sunbeamed flagstones and the misted-over skies fraught with black shadows. She knows them, even if it's subconsciously, because her mind was never scalded clean with the gleaming torch of something nestled in the crags beneath a bridge.]
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[That's priority number two. And if Muffet wants to help - she can help. He glances up in her direction, trying for firm and ending up more in the realm of anxious.]
Kittu. Kid with a bun. Striped shirt. You know them?
[She knows them.]
[She never lived in the sunbeamed flagstones and the misted-over skies fraught with black shadows. She knows them, even if it's subconsciously, because her mind was never scalded clean with the gleaming torch of something nestled in the crags beneath a bridge.]
[The words are urgent.]
We need to find them. Now.