>>”His stuff was left behind? What happened? Move out?”

She hadn’t understood. The whole heroic sacrifice thing. It had gone over her head.

Part of him wanted to be a dick, and do something real dark and sarcastic, like miming an explosion and popping him mouth like “boom!”

He didn’t fake an explosion with his mouth. He just said “Yeah... he moved out.”

She was an innocent bystander. He didn’t need to ruin her day talking up his good old dead heroic roommate. He wasn’t even sure why he’d brought the guy up in the first place. He deserved better than to be carted out whenever Elliott needed an excuse to be melodramatic.

She agreed with him, and gave him some advice, then made her retreat.

Elliott nodded. “Yeah, thanks. It was good talking to you. “Miss.”

He stopped. “I never got your name. I’m elliott.”

There are many ways to be heroic and not al are sacrificial.   He could have left to keep him safe or left to go help other people.   She was not going to jump to the worst conclusion.  When he hesitates as he speaks, Rayne understands that she misunderstood him.  He didn't just leave, he died.   Well she is not going to bring it up again, probably not good memories.   


Rayne lifts her hand and gives a slight lazy wave in goodbye before making her retreat to her own section, though stops when she hears him again.   Turns on her body halfway and nods to him.  "Names Rayne.  Nice to meet you Elliot."