[If only for a literal second, he can feel that there is some normalcy in it as he replies:]
Never.
[It is good he's alone. No one can hear the ragged bread that escapes as he answers her. He doesn't know where they are. They can't tell him. And the messages are messier and messier with each following word.
At least they found each other.
He holds his chest tightly so he doesn't burst. Why does it feel like he is always left behind?]
No. It was too fast, too sudden, I... I only got a glimpse of their masks. That's it. And then you were gone. And I heard a scream. Nothing like a human scream. Like a... a monster. Or the earth itself.
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Never.
[It is good he's alone. No one can hear the ragged bread that escapes as he answers her. He doesn't know where they are. They can't tell him. And the messages are messier and messier with each following word.
At least they found each other.
He holds his chest tightly so he doesn't burst. Why does it feel like he is always left behind?]
No. It was too fast, too sudden, I... I only got a glimpse of their masks. That's it. And then you were gone. And I heard a scream. Nothing like a human scream. Like a... a monster. Or the earth itself.