[ The rabbit watches her, eyes void-black, endless. She reaches for it, and it murmurs, pleased. Hello, it says back, and it touches its paw to Mercy's hand.
But the thing is still, to Royce, and all he sees is Mercy reaching out to the thing, talking to it. His instinct is to try to pull her away. ] What - is it talking to you?
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But the thing is still, to Royce, and all he sees is Mercy reaching out to the thing, talking to it. His instinct is to try to pull her away. ] What - is it talking to you?