[There's a sound of agreement. Yeah. He knows. He'd prefer it to be less invasive, too, but he knows that's not how Cerealia works. He keeps a hold of her hand as they begin to walk, only letting go when they're out of that room and in the main portion of the house and he's sure she can follow on her own accord. He's still here, Usagi. He's not going to leave. Even if he's no longer holding her hand he's sticking close and carefully stepping through the hallway.]
They've done some pretty messed up stuff to us, but nothing like this. At least not to my knowledge anyway…you think maybe this is something left over from that circus? A really messed up house of mirrors sort of sounds perfect for the aliens.
usagi
[There's a sound of agreement. Yeah. He knows. He'd prefer it to be less invasive, too, but he knows that's not how Cerealia works. He keeps a hold of her hand as they begin to walk, only letting go when they're out of that room and in the main portion of the house and he's sure she can follow on her own accord. He's still here, Usagi. He's not going to leave. Even if he's no longer holding her hand he's sticking close and carefully stepping through the hallway.]
They've done some pretty messed up stuff to us, but nothing like this. At least not to my knowledge anyway…you think maybe this is something left over from that circus? A really messed up house of mirrors sort of sounds perfect for the aliens.