"...No. No, I don't think he ever would have." Stopped calling her Alice? Understood? One was a symptom of the other, of course. Maybe it wasn't the nature of what he was anymore--- perhaps it was just a symptom of who he was always meant to be. If one couldn't manage it while staring down an inescapable eternity of what they fear most, they were doomed.
What a weight on the conscience that must be, to have done such a thing. The Buried somehow still manages to get its due.
"The way I see it," Jon tries to reason, half to Daisy and half to himself. "Is that, if demons could bring him to the Visitor's Centre, they could have brought him anywhere else. Who knows what could have happened?"
He shifts a bit, uneasy. He offers a small shrug and a frown.
"I know that doesn't make having done remotely any easier, though. I'm sorry. But... for whatever it's worth, I think it needed to be done."
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What a weight on the conscience that must be, to have done such a thing. The Buried somehow still manages to get its due.
"The way I see it," Jon tries to reason, half to Daisy and half to himself. "Is that, if demons could bring him to the Visitor's Centre, they could have brought him anywhere else. Who knows what could have happened?"
He shifts a bit, uneasy. He offers a small shrug and a frown.
"I know that doesn't make having done remotely any easier, though. I'm sorry. But... for whatever it's worth, I think it needed to be done."