that's all I need to hear.
( it seems everywhere peck goes, trauma follows. sam didn't need to hear more, the sadness in her voice was enough of an indicator: loss. )
I'm tired of talking. I just want to lie here, it is nice to not have blinding lights in my eyes.
i uh…
( there was a brief pause as she couldn’t find the right words to say. what had happened wasn’t exactly easy for her to talk about. not yet at least. )
is… is it alright if we talk about something else ?
funny.
( her voice lowers, almost to a hushed whisper. no time for arguing, or even anything of the like. she was tired. )
your brother, I take it you didn't find him?
( it's refused. not out of malice, or aggression, but out of empathy. she needed it more, the floor didn't bother her, she'd slept on worse for a lot longer. lips exhale, a smooth sigh, one of just ... relaxation echoing in the small room. )
I can smell Peck on you. >
yes and no.
( both a vague and direct answer. with the darkness now engulfing her, sam is free to lay down, not really caring it was flat on the floor. one hand acted as a pillow behind her neck, the other atop her forehead. )
It's complicated, but it feeds >
Fast learner.
( the darkness is like an extension of herself, reminding her of a lightless youth. sam leans back, cozily backed against the wall, the weight of the world evaporating. )
much, thank you. now, do you want to tell me why I'm here?
I do not make jokes.
( a flat tone in response, thick with the accent. she huffs, but ultimately lets it slide. lagging behind, the pain in her eyes subsides, the darkness acting as rejuvenation. delicate tiers close, eyelids fluttering. )
a few times, when I was tortured.
What— you’re joking.
( soft huff, tucking her hands into her pockets as she led sam to a nearby room, this one much darker than the one they were in before. should be easier on her eyes. )
There’s no way. I mean, unless something like that has happened before then…
( a simple question, one that forced a chuckle. how long had it been since she had had a conversation let alone one so ... human? )
it isn't that easy.
( staring at her hand, insisting on following as opposed to touching. )
my eyes would probably burn right through it.
Hey, I get it. It’s alright.
( holding her hand out to her. )
Dumb question, but uh… Have ya tried using an eye mask or anything like that? To help block out the light when ya wanna get some rest…