[ to lose hope is unforgivable, too, and so each day don quixote returns to train station, to see if her friend and ally will be there (it's better if he doesn't isn't it? with how the city had treated him, how it treats everyone--) and






is that a cat. don quixote looks so visibly shocked by the fact there's an actual animal here that she can't speak, her eyes skittering after the cell phone briefly (did it find it? steal it?) before returning to the little guy. would sinclair be mad if she brought home a stray. no, he'd be charmed by its large, dark eyes. the rather long tail. the adorable meow. he would sigh, but he would understand.

don quixote drops to the ground and stares at xiaohei. sparkling. hook line and sinker, little buddy. ]

... Hello, gatito~. Are thee not a most adorable little fellow? Have thee an owner? Art thou lost? Would thee like something to eat? I have-- I have jerky upon my person, but I do not know if that would interest thee!

[ let her-- in her laying position let her-- there, a stick of beef jerky, she's carefully unwrapping it and holding it out. by the wing.......... a cat.......... wow............ ]