Strange spares one last bemused look at the way they came and how cheerfully Ness abandons it, and then he (equally gamely) trails her deeper into the darkness.
The rubble is so precarious, after all. They might slip and fall and twist an ankle and then where’d they be. Clearly the most reasonable course of action is to try to find a real stairwell leading back upstairs, and take in the sights along the way.
“Have you communicated with the dead before?” he asks, a half-step behind to let Ness lead the way, but keeping his attention trained on their surroundings lest something spring out at them. It seems quiet down here (so far): decorative statues, stone and marble, carved skulls on skulls, dead flowers at the mouth of the vaults. He wonders how long ago they were left here.
“I admit I never actually got to speak to my dead self, he was just a puppet.”
There were probably less disconcerting ways to phrase that, but he’s already decided he doesn’t have to watch his tongue around her; which is a relief.
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The rubble is so precarious, after all. They might slip and fall and twist an ankle and then where’d they be. Clearly the most reasonable course of action is to try to find a real stairwell leading back upstairs, and take in the sights along the way.
“Have you communicated with the dead before?” he asks, a half-step behind to let Ness lead the way, but keeping his attention trained on their surroundings lest something spring out at them. It seems quiet down here (so far): decorative statues, stone and marble, carved skulls on skulls, dead flowers at the mouth of the vaults. He wonders how long ago they were left here.
“I admit I never actually got to speak to my dead self, he was just a puppet.”
There were probably less disconcerting ways to phrase that, but he’s already decided he doesn’t have to watch his tongue around her; which is a relief.