[ Another brief pang of empathy, but Logan nods his head. ] I know this great place called Hair of the Dog. [ And he'll buy her a beer himself so long as they get out of here. With a brief cock of his head he walks back the way they'd came, but not before stealing the sake bottle she'd been drinking out of.
He hands this to her once they're safely out of the door. Little comforts, you know.
It doesn't look like there's any end to the hallway in sight. Logan opens the next door, sees a big, round room, with a bridge leading to a platform with a machine in the middle, and then shuts it once more.
The door after that shows a clay boy about to kill a clay deer in a beautiful forest.
The third gives him darkness and Beethoven's Fur Elise, but with the angered voice of a woman in the background, even if her words are garbled and impossible to understand.
He growls under his breath as he shuts that one, too. ]
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He hands this to her once they're safely out of the door. Little comforts, you know.
It doesn't look like there's any end to the hallway in sight. Logan opens the next door, sees a big, round room, with a bridge leading to a platform with a machine in the middle, and then shuts it once more.
The door after that shows a clay boy about to kill a clay deer in a beautiful forest.
The third gives him darkness and Beethoven's Fur Elise, but with the angered voice of a woman in the background, even if her words are garbled and impossible to understand.
He growls under his breath as he shuts that one, too. ]
It's all memories.