Ellie tries the chain. It's rusted and cracks right off in her hand, cheap metal, so Ellie drops it and wipes her hand on her jeans.
She tries the first step, which is solid, not bloated or rotting, and starts her way up. Out of habit she tests each step before putting her full weight on it, finding the creaky and suspect ones. Out of similar habit, she continues their conversation.
"I dunno about the quiet ones," Ellie says, tipping her head to look back over her shoulder. "In my experience, the real psychopaths are the one who won't ever shut the fuck up."
A little creak, and Ellie taps that stair with her converse. "Not that one." Skips over it easily.
"But yeah. Here you have your handful of people and that's about all you have, when it comes down to it. You keep those people safe. Worrying about the rest of the world isn't... doable, usually."
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She tries the first step, which is solid, not bloated or rotting, and starts her way up. Out of habit she tests each step before putting her full weight on it, finding the creaky and suspect ones. Out of similar habit, she continues their conversation.
"I dunno about the quiet ones," Ellie says, tipping her head to look back over her shoulder. "In my experience, the real psychopaths are the one who won't ever shut the fuck up."
A little creak, and Ellie taps that stair with her converse. "Not that one." Skips over it easily.
"But yeah. Here you have your handful of people and that's about all you have, when it comes down to it. You keep those people safe. Worrying about the rest of the world isn't... doable, usually."