Bridge takes off a glove and concentrates, running his fingers lightly over the words printed on the page.
A girl, a few years younger than Door, and looking so much like her that it can't be anyone else *but* her sister. Alone, afraid, but she's not hurt.
Bridge slips his glove back on and looks back up at Door. "It's really her," he says. "It's also a trap, like the Marquis said." He's not telling her not to go. *He* would go, if it were someone he loved, trap or no trap.
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Date: 2007-08-28 05:05 pm (UTC)A girl, a few years younger than Door, and looking so much like her that it can't be anyone else *but* her sister. Alone, afraid, but she's not hurt.
Bridge slips his glove back on and looks back up at Door. "It's really her," he says. "It's also a trap, like the Marquis said." He's not telling her not to go. *He* would go, if it were someone he loved, trap or no trap.