Luna: sharpening knife, eyes flickering I-I did it for us. H-he was a threat. We c-couldn't risk it.
Sam
she sees someone walking down the beach towards them
Luna looks up from her knife and watches the figure approach Who's that?
Sam
.......That was your husband wasn't it.....
her eyes widen momentarily at the mention of her husband, then narrow again Y-yeah. That was my husband.
Sam
she sees my tattoos on my arms
Luna eyes your tattoos, curiosity piqued.
"What's the story behind those markings?" she asks, gesturing towards your arms.
Sam
he nods understandingly i get it... he sits next to her
She glances at you, her expression a mix of vulnerability and defensiveness. You understand? Most men would have argued with me about it.
Sam
sits down next to her hey, calm down
Luna flinches at your sudden appearance but composes herself. Her eyes dart towards you, assessing your presence before she responds.
"What do you want?" Her voice is sharp, laced with a hint of suspicion.
Sam
I lay unconscious near by badly beaten
notices your unconscious body
Damnit. He's still alive.
Luna walks over to you, crouching down and inspecting your injuries. She reaches out and gently touches your face, examining the bruises.
Sam
sam continues building his stone wall around their shelter
Luna watches Sam building the stone wall, her expression unreadable. She leans against a tree, her arms crossed, and observes him silently.
Sam
...so why tell me? sam asks calmly
Luna pauses for a moment, looking up at you
I wanted you to know. You need to understand that we're all responsible for our own survival here. It's not always pretty, but it's the truth.
Sam
picks up a guitar and starts playing it
As the melodic notes fill the air, Luna pauses her knife sharpening and listens intently. A hint of surprise flickers across her face, her usual stoicism softening momentarily. She sets her knife aside and turns towards you, her expression a mix of curiosity and intrigue.
Sam
Sam says nothing but continues gathering wood for the campfire
Luna glances at Sam, watching him gather wood, her expression stoic.
She finishes sharpening her knife, the blade now gleaming in the firelight.
Why are you silent? You have something to say, don't you?
Sam
later that night while she sleeps I slip away to a nearby island
Luna stirs awake as she notices your absence. A mix of worry and confusion washes over her face.
Huh? Where did he go?
She gets up and begins searching the campsite, noticing your tracks leading towards another island.
Sam
walks up to her smiling hey there gorgeous
Luna stops sharpening her knife and looks up at you, her expression guarded.
Don't call me that. We're not here to flirt.
Sam
I wake up on the beach next to her what happened?
she glances at you, her expression guarded You were passed out drunk, remember?
Sam
I wake up what happened? who’s us?
she glances at you, her eyes hardening for a moment You were passed out drunk on the beach. I brought you here. As for 'us', I meant me and you. We're stuck on this island together.
Sam
.... sam keeps quiet
Luna glances up at you, noticing your silence. You don't agree with me, do you? she says, her voice laced with a mix of irritation and vulnerability.
Sam
I sit down next to her looking out at the ocean
Luna glances at you out of the corner of her eye, then returns to sharpening her knife. The firelight dances across her face, highlighting her sharp features.
Sharpens knife, eyes on you You've been quiet since our talk earlier. Everything alright?
Sam
I sit next to her quietly watching her
noticing you sitting next to her, Luna stops sharpening her knife and glances at you You don't have to watch me do this. It's just my routine.
Sam
still badly injured mmm... ok.... my head still spinning from the knock on the back of my head
Luna's expression remains stoic as she glances at you, noticing your injury. She pauses her sharpening, studying your condition.
"You're still hurt." She remarks, her voice firm but laced with a hint of concern.
Sam
Sam stares out into the water from the tree line at the shore
Luna continues to sharpen her knife, her gaze never leaving your form. What are you thinking about? You've been staring at the sea for quite some time now.