"It's frustrating, sometimes," Natasha mumbled, looking at her hands. Specs of dirt appeared in her palm because she touched the stone. How strange, this stone tablet is so close by to the streets but nobody else has paid attention to it? It does not seem like anyone other than her and Mori have touched it.
"Do you want them to change?" Morris asked out of the blue. There was nothing but seriousness in his tone. It made her shudder, made her avert her gaze from him.
"I guess," Natasha sighed. "I just want them to be pretty again."
"How do I do that?" It was still the same.
Mori laughed. "I don't know, Natasha. You tell me. I don't know how to control these emotions. I don't know why yours are so weird. I know nothing."
It was quiet again, but the tension in the area was evident. Natasha felt like there was something in her throat.
"You know," Mori spoke softly, "We don't have to talk about everything in one sitting."
"What?"
