1x4 & azure had some ..troubles, she knew.
she knew of their troubles with their past partner, a deceiving bastard called two time, whom was also now a survivor in the forsaken land. 1x4 knew that couldn’t have made azure’s situation any better, what with two time being the person who had literally betrayed azure in cold blood in their past life & all…
azure still flinched around daggers that glinted wrong in the moonlight, after all.
whatever was currently going on with azure & two time she didn’t completely know, no one did, but it wasn’t like she could outright just interrogate azure about two time. she knew it was a sensitive topic, one will eggshells ridden all around it.
the only person other than her or azure that knew about this was john doe, so she went to berate the other killer for answers after the daily hassle of massacring unfortunate survivors was done with.
“doe, what do you know about two time & azure?”
“that survivor that betrayed them?”
“precisely.”
“w-well, i only know…”
from that one interrogation, 1x4 got all she needed.
that very same night, she ventured out of the killer campgrounds to sought out azure, whom was gazing out onto a field of nightshade that night.
she sat down right beside azure, folding her knees up to her chest, taking a spot right atop that hill that azure favourited when admiring the field of nightshade. a willow tree hung overhead them both, the moonlight up ahead casting down upon them in glimmering shapes due to the fluttering leaves of the weeping tree.
she didn’t speak.
just…looked at azure in placid silence.
her gaze was kind, oddly enough.