"Abigail?"
Chloe thought she was seeing things.
But the dirty blond hair rolled into a ball, hiding in the corner and watching her, looked somewhat familiar.
Not quite like the Abigail wearing a little dress in reality.
But very much like the little girl rescued from the slums in memory.
Instinctively, he rubbed the girl's head and said:
"What are you doing out here?"
"I-I was hiding under the awning, feeling a bit scared."
Chloe felt a bit dazed.
When he called out Abigail, the girl didn't seem confused.
This made him feel incredible.
So he cautiously probed once more:
"Abigail..."
"Yes, brother, are we going begging now?"
So it really is.
Chloe felt a bit bewildered.
Abigail from the Heroic Era?
Abigail in reality?
He couldn't tell.
He really couldn't tell.
Perhaps frightened by Chloe's unusual behavior, she spoke slowly and softly.
Chloe didn't say much, just led him to where they lived.
Alright.
That couldn't even be called a home.
