Even with the necklace that burns against his skin granting bravery and compassion, he can't--not when he remembers the crowding of religious figures around him and the fishing folk, the man crying out before they put the knife in him, the one near his own throat. And this oppressive feeling coming from the church, that-- even if there's no one in there, what if?
What if something happens?
Robby hears Mob behind him, but he's reluctant to turn immediately, trying to find a good excuse. He pulls himself back out from the very entrance, his hands back on the door, stuck between closing it, or-- what? Going in? If Mob wants to. But Mob doesn't know, and this predicament Robby goes through in his own mind feels longer than it is, when he finally shuts the door and turns to Mob. ]
We shouldn't go in, not alone. [ Not ever. ] It isn't safe--not here, not with that feeling.
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Even with the necklace that burns against his skin granting bravery and compassion, he can't--not when he remembers the crowding of religious figures around him and the fishing folk, the man crying out before they put the knife in him, the one near his own throat. And this oppressive feeling coming from the church, that-- even if there's no one in there, what if?
What if something happens?
Robby hears Mob behind him, but he's reluctant to turn immediately, trying to find a good excuse. He pulls himself back out from the very entrance, his hands back on the door, stuck between closing it, or-- what? Going in? If Mob wants to. But Mob doesn't know, and this predicament Robby goes through in his own mind feels longer than it is, when he finally shuts the door and turns to Mob. ]
We shouldn't go in, not alone. [ Not ever. ] It isn't safe--not here, not with that feeling.
[ He's almost sounding panicked. ]