"Didn't need a maze for that." The reply comes wryly. The Horizon has twisted his thoughts long before they fell into this place.
Thus. That room.
He grows quiet. No. She would not have. He's aware of that much, from his brief conversation with Dean. That Jo arrived before she experienced her death. There's a moment where he almost apologizes—for losing his temper, for causing a vision he had not intended—but the sentiment feels trite, or just not quite right, and it dies on his tongue.
Still. For all that she'd been out of line—and make no mistake, for him she had—he's aware he was, too. Perhaps a little of that shows in his demeanour, if not his words.
"I'd say you get used to it." How the Horizon can fuck with you. "But you don't."
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Thus. That room.
He grows quiet. No. She would not have. He's aware of that much, from his brief conversation with Dean. That Jo arrived before she experienced her death. There's a moment where he almost apologizes—for losing his temper, for causing a vision he had not intended—but the sentiment feels trite, or just not quite right, and it dies on his tongue.
Still. For all that she'd been out of line—and make no mistake, for him she had—he's aware he was, too. Perhaps a little of that shows in his demeanour, if not his words.
"I'd say you get used to it." How the Horizon can fuck with you. "But you don't."