[ He's right, of course, she does know these voices intimately, and it's not as if she doesn't have the rest of her life to be haunted by the existence of these psyches. The people down here will never leave her and she can never leave them, the threads tying them together too strong to be cut.
An almost echo of voices comes from above them, there but not, heard in a dream within a dream. The psyches in her waking mind, the one outside this entrapment, pressing her to follow him. A handful of them always looking out for her well-being, always on her side even when their physical counterparts had left her behind.
The darkness deepening in the hall stretched behind her while the light behind him incrementally brightens urges her forward and then-- She smiles and takes those steps closer, absolutely no hesitation in reaching out to set a bare hand in his. ]
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An almost echo of voices comes from above them, there but not, heard in a dream within a dream. The psyches in her waking mind, the one outside this entrapment, pressing her to follow him. A handful of them always looking out for her well-being, always on her side even when their physical counterparts had left her behind.
The darkness deepening in the hall stretched behind her while the light behind him incrementally brightens urges her forward and then-- She smiles and takes those steps closer, absolutely no hesitation in reaching out to set a bare hand in his. ]
( It's a pleasure to meet you, sugar. )