It's not your fault, the voice coos, before turning sharp. That's sweet. She doesn't know what a fucking mental case you are.
Ignoring it. Biting down on the inside of his cheek.
Oh, wait. Now she does. Oops.
"We could try it," Wilhelm says more loudly than necessary. "It's not like we can get more lost than we already are."
Almost as if on cue, the corridor ends and presents them with a choice: right or left. After a moment of deliberation, he steps toward the left, tugging her along with him. The new corridor is somehow even darker than the last — whether due to a shift in the bruised clouds overhead or something else, who can really tell.
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Ignoring it. Biting down on the inside of his cheek.
Oh, wait. Now she does. Oops.
"We could try it," Wilhelm says more loudly than necessary. "It's not like we can get more lost than we already are."
Almost as if on cue, the corridor ends and presents them with a choice: right or left. After a moment of deliberation, he steps toward the left, tugging her along with him. The new corridor is somehow even darker than the last — whether due to a shift in the bruised clouds overhead or something else, who can really tell.