[There are echoes of such things in his mind: the ringing of laughter, shapes that are there then fade. Better to stay away from the mist.]
We make things up. [He has experience with that, so agreeing with Nagito isn’t a far stretch.] And it’s a new place. Unfamiliar. There’s always… a safe spot.
[The city in the Cavern, the oasis in the Desert, their communal hut in the Marsh… was it because the Ferryman was near? Their light still kept scary things away.]
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We make things up. [He has experience with that, so agreeing with Nagito isn’t a far stretch.] And it’s a new place. Unfamiliar. There’s always… a safe spot.
[The city in the Cavern, the oasis in the Desert, their communal hut in the Marsh… was it because the Ferryman was near? Their light still kept scary things away.]