The unfamiliar mare spoke and Valve’s solemn gaze drifted to meet her own. She blinked and tilted her nose down, ever so slightly to acknowledge that her assumption of her identity was correct. Her apology and explanation of the situation was wholly unnecessary, but the dark mare did not need to raise that issue. Valve could see exactly what had happened here.

The pain in Priya’s face silently screamed forth, and despite her attempt to seem grateful for both of their pithy attempts at comfort, Valve knew it would be better to leave her alone until time numbed her as best it could.

“Come,” she said to the painted mare, ushering her away and placing some distance between themselves and the grieving girl. She lifted her nose again and kept an eye and narrow ear upon her as they walked.

“Who did you lose,” Valve inquired.

VALVE
slenderman x black heart machine