[ He allows the bundle to be taken, his crowbar slipped through the knot and easily accessible to yank out if necessary. The torch will work in a pinch, and it leaves his hand free to reach out and lock with Mace's.
He doesn't come on yet, though.
Everything leading up to this point has been a nightmare, or some kind of trick. The mask in the basement, the knocking on the walls, the hallucinogen in the cabin, that creature in the woods. Everything that seems good is always fake, and is heels ground in with a kind of Pavlovian fear.
It's irrational. It's based on nothing but the way the light stops on the other side of the bridge, and the fact that the bridge looks so inviting. ]
To get to the other side.
[ Murmured with a dark, ominous certainty. When he levels eyes on Mace it's with an apology in his tone because he knows, he knows he's slowing them down, he just... ]
Can you humor me and just fucking... chuck something across it before we go walking over? I wanna see if fucking tentacles crawl out of the dark or it swallows something up like fucking quicksand, you konw?
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He doesn't come on yet, though.
Everything leading up to this point has been a nightmare, or some kind of trick. The mask in the basement, the knocking on the walls, the hallucinogen in the cabin, that creature in the woods. Everything that seems good is always fake, and is heels ground in with a kind of Pavlovian fear.
It's irrational. It's based on nothing but the way the light stops on the other side of the bridge, and the fact that the bridge looks so inviting. ]
To get to the other side.
[ Murmured with a dark, ominous certainty. When he levels eyes on Mace it's with an apology in his tone because he knows, he knows he's slowing them down, he just... ]
Can you humor me and just fucking... chuck something across it before we go walking over? I wanna see if fucking tentacles crawl out of the dark or it swallows something up like fucking quicksand, you konw?