[The noise of the bucket hitting the wet tile has him jump, if only because he couldn't see it, didn't know to expect it. But he settles again easily enough.
He has to strangle another nervous laugh that threatens to come up. Horrors beyond comprehension. She has no idea. He doesn't hear screams, he doesn't hear anyone wailing in agony, no sounds of pain and fire and muscle and sinew being rended from someone begging. No, she firmly does not know. And that may be for the best.
No, if these Lost Souls around him somehow aren't from his universe and haven't had their own run-in with the Entities, it's best to leave it be. Until he can confirm they aren't here, he doesn't even feel safe speaking of it, giving them a foothold through him again.
That thought alone is enough to keep him from cracking a little more, that last brittle sense of self composure he's keeping a stranglehold on. Later, later, he thinks.]
Thank you, I'm sure I'll manage to at some point. Though I suppose until then I can do with my own imagination, hm?
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He has to strangle another nervous laugh that threatens to come up. Horrors beyond comprehension. She has no idea. He doesn't hear screams, he doesn't hear anyone wailing in agony, no sounds of pain and fire and muscle and sinew being rended from someone begging. No, she firmly does not know. And that may be for the best.
No, if these Lost Souls around him somehow aren't from his universe and haven't had their own run-in with the Entities, it's best to leave it be. Until he can confirm they aren't here, he doesn't even feel safe speaking of it, giving them a foothold through him again.
That thought alone is enough to keep him from cracking a little more, that last brittle sense of self composure he's keeping a stranglehold on. Later, later, he thinks.]
Thank you, I'm sure I'll manage to at some point. Though I suppose until then I can do with my own imagination, hm?