[It's kind of understandable, poor guy. There's no way not to take that as a threat from a future monster. At best, it's kind of a grim existential question. How is any human alive here? How do human beings survive in Ryslig? Why are you alive, pamphlet man, when your aunt was drained of blood and hung upside down from a tree branch for shiggles?]
[Muriel stares after the fleeing man, too. Studying. Thoughtful. A bit like a void of presence for a guy a foot and a half taller than Wakaba; it feels like there's no one there. But there is, and eventually he does speak.]
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[Muriel stares after the fleeing man, too. Studying. Thoughtful. A bit like a void of presence for a guy a foot and a half taller than Wakaba; it feels like there's no one there. But there is, and eventually he does speak.]
. . . He runs fast.
[That's probably why, is what Muriel means.]