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"I just don't think you were very nice, and, you know what it's like to be bullied for stuff, Foster." Lily babbled as she headed alongside her big brother, fiddling anxiously at the collar of her shirt. Having seen Foster just disregard and talk lowly of Bellamy had surprised her - he had firsthand experience of being judged, and while she realised that the nonchalance arose solely because of his bipolar, and that his mood was taking a knock at the moment, she still believed he should have at least murmured a thank you.
Being the sort of person she was, effortlessly kind, she couldn't stand to see anyone upset that she knew was a good person at heart, and she immediately felt that Bellamy was a kind person, and had decided she liked him seconds after seeing him anyway. So the fact she ran to him with no hesitation when spotting him hunched over like that - though she would be likely to do it for anyone too. "Bellamy?! Foster, c-come help! He's hurt!"
"I can see that." Foster said coolly, striding over with the same indifferent look, even if inside, he was panicking to an unimaginable extent. "...What happened? Did you get hurt by some guys?" He asked wearily, biting hard on his lip as he exchanged a glance with his sister. Blood wasn't something he liked, and the sight was making him feel queasy. "Ugh... do... you need help?"
Being the sort of person she was, effortlessly kind, she couldn't stand to see anyone upset that she knew was a good person at heart, and she immediately felt that Bellamy was a kind person, and had decided she liked him seconds after seeing him anyway. So the fact she ran to him with no hesitation when spotting him hunched over like that - though she would be likely to do it for anyone too. "Bellamy?! Foster, c-come help! He's hurt!"
"I can see that." Foster said coolly, striding over with the same indifferent look, even if inside, he was panicking to an unimaginable extent. "...What happened? Did you get hurt by some guys?" He asked wearily, biting hard on his lip as he exchanged a glance with his sister. Blood wasn't something he liked, and the sight was making him feel queasy. "Ugh... do... you need help?"