[ god, he really wished the man didn't sound so sure about the things he was saying. it really made it hard for him to try to believe that the situation was anything but real and potentially permanent. a slight feeling of dread comes over him, and he stares down at his own unfinished piece of pie. ]
...how long have others been here? [ he almost regrets asking the question... but he has to know. even if this was just some sort of horrible, extended dream, he wants to know how long this had all been going on for. if it was a short period of time, the idea that help could come seemed more plausible.
if people had been here for months or longer... well, he could always just fall back on his delusions for comfort. ]
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...how long have others been here? [ he almost regrets asking the question... but he has to know. even if this was just some sort of horrible, extended dream, he wants to know how long this had all been going on for. if it was a short period of time, the idea that help could come seemed more plausible.
if people had been here for months or longer... well, he could always just fall back on his delusions for comfort. ]