[ the way he only says a single word with no hesitation whatsoever — how it reminds zarina more of clark stevenson when she interrogates him on why the man murders her father. there was no regret in his voice and there's none in jed's.
when zarina was young, her mother tells her what tabwa is. how allah will always accept those who seek to repent for their evil deeds, recognizing the wrong they've done, and never do it again. how allah welcomes them back with open arms should they be true to themselves. though zarina isn't religious, it's a lovely concept that she sometimes thinks of when meeting certain people who has at least an ounce of regret.
jed olsen wouldn't even think to attempt tabwa as given by his answer. he will always be a murderer, a stalker, a monster in disguise of a man. that much is clear to her as her eyes shift towards her recorder and his knife.
for the briefest moment, zarina imagines herself throwing the knife across the junkyard while running with her recorder. it's a tempting thought that has her twirling the knife in her hand by its handle, but eventually — there would be nowhere else to run but beyond the fog and hopefully reach either the campfire or glenvale in time.
it's a concept that she doesn't want to find out just yet — she has nothing to slow down jed if he runs when there are no pallets outside of a trial — which is why, eventually, she takes her recorder back and places the knife in his hand. ]
See you, Jed. [ a hint of resentment in her own voice. ] Don't try anything funny on me the next time you see me.
[ a hopeless warning — it's to make a point — and departure greeting. after all, goodbyes mean forever and — though she wishes it was her last goodbye to him — she's still stuck in the entity's realm.
unfortunately, due to zarina's nature, she's still endlessly curious about everything and everyone around her. that includes the ghost face, as much as she would like to deny it. ]
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when zarina was young, her mother tells her what tabwa is. how allah will always accept those who seek to repent for their evil deeds, recognizing the wrong they've done, and never do it again. how allah welcomes them back with open arms should they be true to themselves. though zarina isn't religious, it's a lovely concept that she sometimes thinks of when meeting certain people who has at least an ounce of regret.
jed olsen wouldn't even think to attempt tabwa as given by his answer. he will always be a murderer, a stalker, a monster in disguise of a man. that much is clear to her as her eyes shift towards her recorder and his knife.
for the briefest moment, zarina imagines herself throwing the knife across the junkyard while running with her recorder. it's a tempting thought that has her twirling the knife in her hand by its handle, but eventually — there would be nowhere else to run but beyond the fog and hopefully reach either the campfire or glenvale in time.
it's a concept that she doesn't want to find out just yet — she has nothing to slow down jed if he runs when there are no pallets outside of a trial — which is why, eventually, she takes her recorder back and places the knife in his hand. ]
See you, Jed. [ a hint of resentment in her own voice. ] Don't try anything funny on me the next time you see me.
[ a hopeless warning — it's to make a point — and departure greeting. after all, goodbyes mean forever and — though she wishes it was her last goodbye to him — she's still stuck in the entity's realm.
unfortunately, due to zarina's nature, she's still endlessly curious about everything and everyone around her. that includes the ghost face, as much as she would like to deny it. ]