He frowns at the movement but then his gaze turns again to his feet, thinking how to answer the question first. "Ah. Cry pardon. If you could see better, you might've guessed. And if you won't leave, you might as well see."
At one end of the cavern a pinprick of light appears, grows. Once it's large enough to look like an exit, to cast its light on everything behind Roland, it stops, the humid air gives one of its gusts and the end of the railing near Roland's feet swings wildly, sways out at an angle where Kubo can see: a small body, perhaps smaller than his. Blonde. Calm and quiet.
"I'll ask you to keep that silent, though. I'll have to listen to hear the way Jake's stopped calling out for me. At a time like this, do you really think music is appropriate?"
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At one end of the cavern a pinprick of light appears, grows. Once it's large enough to look like an exit, to cast its light on everything behind Roland, it stops, the humid air gives one of its gusts and the end of the railing near Roland's feet swings wildly, sways out at an angle where Kubo can see: a small body, perhaps smaller than his. Blonde. Calm and quiet.
"I'll ask you to keep that silent, though. I'll have to listen to hear the way Jake's stopped calling out for me. At a time like this, do you really think music is appropriate?"