“ no, i'm sure there's still more left. ”
his tone of voice makes it clear that leaving isn't even an option; being where he can't see seems like an impossible task when he's right behind her, ready to prod her with his sword is she dares disagree with him. it's suffocating.
( she hates how he barely listens- that her voice bounces off hollow ground, left to swallow them with no answers. ) we- we’ve walked everywhere around here— nothing else to see ! we- we can go.
ignoring her comments about his words; letting her spiral on her own. he doesn't need to intervene for that to happen, after all. hes already done enough.
“ wonderful. then, we'll find it together, won't we? ”
was everything just a- a lie to me ? ( she doesn’t mean to yell, but it comes out as such anyways. ) i- i don’t know where it is, i- i- don’t know, okay ?! i- .. * please-