He hadn't quite gotten his meaning across, but he didn't have the heart to try again. He was of two minds, when it came to the picture in his hands. On one side, it was pretty literal psychological torture.
On the other, he had been afraid he'd never see their faces again.
He couldn't decide which part mattered more.
He looked back down at the photo, silent for a few minutes.
"... We just need to find the way out." Quietly. "We got here in the first place, there's gotta be a way out. Honestly, I don't really give a damn why we were brought here, or by who. All I care about at this point is how the hell to get everyone home."
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On the other, he had been afraid he'd never see their faces again.
He couldn't decide which part mattered more.
He looked back down at the photo, silent for a few minutes.
"... We just need to find the way out." Quietly. "We got here in the first place, there's gotta be a way out. Honestly, I don't really give a damn why we were brought here, or by who. All I care about at this point is how the hell to get everyone home."