[ It wasn't a surprise to hear the infamous 'game' was responsible, since that seemed predictable enough based on their past conversations. The part that made her frown, head turning toward Terezi, was the bit about not minding someone being dead - but the blonde let it slide for the moment, choosing in favor of, ]

'A special occasion?' [ Despite herself, there was a faint hint of humor in the echo. In an attempt at sounding stern that utterly failed, ] And what kind of occasion would that be?

[ Was that the sort of thing a moirail was meant to put the kibosh on? Naminé wasn't sure, but regardless there was also the small matter of Terezi's other observation. An accurate one, unfortunately, which left a noise not unlike a sigh caught in Naminé's throat. ]

You're right. With how things are now, I can't imagine it happening any other way.

[ Her arms folded across her middle, as if to keep in what warmth she still had, considering her state of dress. (Which was to say, her very damp dress.) ]

But it feels inevitable, doesn't it? Sooner or later, something really bad is going to happen, and they won't know what to do.

[ And there was that sense of responsibility again, rearing its ugly head. ]