No, but he was talking about you. There's this face he makes.
[Chase's voice is hushed, respectful of the moment, of chances. He doesn't want to go back to forget, but to live. To know for certain he's alive. Their surroundings may be nothing more than a creation of damaged neurons but they contain fictional constructs he's come to care too much about.
One of them, Eden, is on her way here, because he knows she's got nothing of her own to go back to and somewhere at the edges of his logic he wants to give her a chance.]
It strikes me as possible; we walked in here without any reason, why shouldn't we walk back out? [He chews the corner of his lip, a little twitch betraying the confidence he tries for.] It's also possible we walk out into something worse.
☞ paradise is close at hand in images of elsewhere
[Chase's voice is hushed, respectful of the moment, of chances. He doesn't want to go back to forget, but to live. To know for certain he's alive. Their surroundings may be nothing more than a creation of damaged neurons but they contain fictional constructs he's come to care too much about.
One of them, Eden, is on her way here, because he knows she's got nothing of her own to go back to and somewhere at the edges of his logic he wants to give her a chance.]
It strikes me as possible; we walked in here without any reason, why shouldn't we walk back out? [He chews the corner of his lip, a little twitch betraying the confidence he tries for.] It's also possible we walk out into something worse.