Yeah, you're telling me. I still don't even know how far this place goes. How big it is. I'm sure there's places here that haven't been uncovered, like you said.
[ And he knows full well that he certainly hasn't uncovered this place's secrets. More than likely, it won't give them up easily, if it does at all. ]
Maybe I'm wrong, but wrong and right aren't clear at all to me anymore. It's more like theories and guesses, and sometimes a theory gets confirmed, if you're lucky. But I think you've already worked that part out. There's honestly not much to see in that room, but maybe we'll find our way there. Or maybe the room's in my head and not real. Who knows, really.
[ He chuckles a little bit too as Tim plays along with his mention of donuts. ] I don't know, I just thought you looked like a donuts kind of guy. Don't ask me what that's supposed to look like. [ He stops to try and think if he remembers ever trying the donuts Tim's mentioned, but he can't put a finger on it. I guess that's a no. Or if I did, I forgot. ] I guess if I ever get out of here, I'll have to try one.
[ He purposefully tries to keep his tone casual, in hopes of not giving his doubts on that subject away. If he gives up, then he'll never get out. ]
Sometimes the thought of being off the grid feels like something I'd like. But maybe I'd just go crazy living in a small town. [ Or crazier. ] People talk anyway, Tim, even in the city. [ I can only imagine what people are saying about me now, if they're even saying anything. Is it worse to be talked about or to be forgotten?
Alan wants to keep talking, to drown out the rustling noises and the shuffling sounds that he's become too familiar with. But more than that, he wants to try and drown out the inevitable familiar whispers that sometimes become more than whispers. It's a futile effort, because nothing is loud enough to drown them out, not even the sound of his own voice. The first time a Taken says his name, Alan jumps, but he's quick to shine the flashlight and point his gun to take it out. After that, he sticks closer to Tim, not because he's scared (well, he is) but because... No, he really is just that scared.
But maybe it just makes sense that they should stick together rather than being too far apart, especially as they move from the hotel to the city streets where Taken seem to be lurking behind every corner. He offers Tim a sort of nervous smile as he walks with him, and when the subject turns to Jesse, he pauses for a moment before continuing to walk. ]
Yeah, I'd say she's important. She... [ He shifts the flashlight to his other hand just long enough for him to rub the back of his head, and then he shifts it back. ] I met her in a loop. Well, several loops, but at first, she was just someone looking for answers about me, about everything that's going on.
[ When exactly did we become something more? ]
She's part of the story now, although I don't think I intended it to be that way at first. [ Or did Scratch do it first, and I just kept her in because she was already involved? ]
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[ And he knows full well that he certainly hasn't uncovered this place's secrets. More than likely, it won't give them up easily, if it does at all. ]
Maybe I'm wrong, but wrong and right aren't clear at all to me anymore. It's more like theories and guesses, and sometimes a theory gets confirmed, if you're lucky. But I think you've already worked that part out. There's honestly not much to see in that room, but maybe we'll find our way there. Or maybe the room's in my head and not real. Who knows, really.
[ He chuckles a little bit too as Tim plays along with his mention of donuts. ] I don't know, I just thought you looked like a donuts kind of guy. Don't ask me what that's supposed to look like. [ He stops to try and think if he remembers ever trying the donuts Tim's mentioned, but he can't put a finger on it. I guess that's a no. Or if I did, I forgot. ] I guess if I ever get out of here, I'll have to try one.
[ He purposefully tries to keep his tone casual, in hopes of not giving his doubts on that subject away. If he gives up, then he'll never get out. ]
Sometimes the thought of being off the grid feels like something I'd like. But maybe I'd just go crazy living in a small town. [ Or crazier. ] People talk anyway, Tim, even in the city. [ I can only imagine what people are saying about me now, if they're even saying anything. Is it worse to be talked about or to be forgotten?
Alan wants to keep talking, to drown out the rustling noises and the shuffling sounds that he's become too familiar with. But more than that, he wants to try and drown out the inevitable familiar whispers that sometimes become more than whispers. It's a futile effort, because nothing is loud enough to drown them out, not even the sound of his own voice. The first time a Taken says his name, Alan jumps, but he's quick to shine the flashlight and point his gun to take it out. After that, he sticks closer to Tim, not because he's scared (well, he is) but because... No, he really is just that scared.
But maybe it just makes sense that they should stick together rather than being too far apart, especially as they move from the hotel to the city streets where Taken seem to be lurking behind every corner. He offers Tim a sort of nervous smile as he walks with him, and when the subject turns to Jesse, he pauses for a moment before continuing to walk. ]
Yeah, I'd say she's important. She... [ He shifts the flashlight to his other hand just long enough for him to rub the back of his head, and then he shifts it back. ] I met her in a loop. Well, several loops, but at first, she was just someone looking for answers about me, about everything that's going on.
[ When exactly did we become something more? ]
She's part of the story now, although I don't think I intended it to be that way at first. [ Or did Scratch do it first, and I just kept her in because she was already involved? ]