Jotou swished a vial of dark pink, syrupy liquid and pocketed it into her yellow coat. With their belongings retrieved and with the sky inching closer to dusk, they began to depart from Guinzione Bridge Station.
Their exit was met with resistance, as the majority of the population near the Celine River was keen on getting elsewhere. Water traversal was being barred by the police due to overcrowding of boats and gondolas.
The jumble of incoherent voices, the bumping of shoulders, the thought of an unachievable task—how uncomfortable. Though the life she chose nonetheless.
Against the odds once again; she only wondered if the odds would ever be in her favour. 'Or do I always just think about the odds when there's no way for me to know.'
Against the crowd, none cared that the Thundering Blade was buffeted around despite the gleam of yellows. Well, that would be incorrect; for a hand did take the blonde's and pull her up the stairs of the station.
