Carlos's breaths are sharp and gasping in the silence -- it feels so good to breathe again, breathing is something one cannot take for granted -- as he takes in the changing, normalizing scenery. His heart is pounding, his veins full of adrenaline and lingering fear.
Was it over? It couldn't be over, it was never over -- but for now, at least, it looks like he'll have a respite. He stares at the Initiate, confused and alarmed, trying to piece the last few minutes together...
"I don't understand," he says, staring at the seven-foot-tall goat creature with the club, the only horrifying thing still in the room. Carlos also notes that the tape recorder in his hand is gone -- shame. Either that, or it had never been real in the first place. He looks back up at the creature with the club, deciding that if it was sapient enough to talk, it could be questioned. "Was all of that...an illusion?"
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Was it over? It couldn't be over, it was never over -- but for now, at least, it looks like he'll have a respite. He stares at the Initiate, confused and alarmed, trying to piece the last few minutes together...
"I don't understand," he says, staring at the seven-foot-tall goat creature with the club, the only horrifying thing still in the room. Carlos also notes that the tape recorder in his hand is gone -- shame. Either that, or it had never been real in the first place. He looks back up at the creature with the club, deciding that if it was sapient enough to talk, it could be questioned. "Was all of that...an illusion?"