Something like it, yeah. I'm new, I don't know the Dream like they do. But I know that place was---
[she presses her lips together, trying to think of a better word for it than bad or wrong, but lets it hang and only winces again - maybe her face conveys the word better than a word can. oh, wait - she's got the word.]
---hell. It was some kind of a hell.
It doesn't matter what it was.
[she's quiet again - walking where he walks, stopping if he stops, as unlikely as he is to do that.]
But what happened there matters.
[she thinks of her parents. of the memorial on the bridge. of vander and benzo and all of the others. ekko's mural. it might help robby to do something like that. to ...do something.]
no subject
[she presses her lips together, trying to think of a better word for it than bad or wrong, but lets it hang and only winces again - maybe her face conveys the word better than a word can. oh, wait - she's got the word.]
---hell. It was some kind of a hell.
It doesn't matter what it was.
[she's quiet again - walking where he walks, stopping if he stops, as unlikely as he is to do that.]
But what happened there matters.
[she thinks of her parents. of the memorial on the bridge. of vander and benzo and all of the others. ekko's mural. it might help robby to do something like that. to ...do something.]