"Good." Yes, good. Well, whatever's going on with him, he feels awful-- so it is at least genuinely good that she's not afflicted. Maybe it's just exhaustion and stress, the scent of decay that still lingers in some rooms and corridors. (Of course, that doesn't explain the ringing, or the voices that seem to wait around every corner, the misplaced silhouettes that vanish when he turns to look at them.)
"Anyway, I was just... walking." He's been drawn to the stranger parts of the ship-- the quiet, winding halls that don't seem to want to be traveled.
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Probably a sign that he's going crazy.
"Good." Yes, good. Well, whatever's going on with him, he feels awful-- so it is at least genuinely good that she's not afflicted. Maybe it's just exhaustion and stress, the scent of decay that still lingers in some rooms and corridors. (Of course, that doesn't explain the ringing, or the voices that seem to wait around every corner, the misplaced silhouettes that vanish when he turns to look at them.)
"Anyway, I was just... walking." He's been drawn to the stranger parts of the ship-- the quiet, winding halls that don't seem to want to be traveled.