[Guizhong nods and, as if sensing her desire to keep moving, Tuzi slinks forward. The grand tree in the distance is awe-inspiring, and seems like a fitting final stop before turning back.
And yet.]
Gods. More of these frozen people...
[She feels sick to her stomach just looking at them.]
no subject
And yet.]
Gods. More of these frozen people...
[She feels sick to her stomach just looking at them.]