night four;

[unnames]

[As soon as he thinks everyone else is done either confronting or fussing over Elizabeth...Alice? goes to find her. After all, she's his partner-in-crime here, and he has to make sure she's okay.

(And he's worried.

Of course he's really worried.)

He'll wait until nobody's around before he approaches; he remembers all of her warnings, and how careful they're both supposed to be. He doesn't want her to get caught because of one of his indiscretions--

But eventually he does approach.]

Hey... you okay?

Comments

[tearable]

I don't know. There's so many - I use to see doors. All of the doors and what was behind them. What could be, what couldn't be, what possibilities there were - infinite doors but now... there's nothing. And these scientists didn't do that. I did. I just don't remember why and how.

[ He suddenly speaks about his own memory problems and she perks a brow. There's a bit of curiosity there, a true honest interest in why he can't remember. ]

You're amnesiac?

[ Elizabeth wants to say it's wishful thinking they can get out of this, but... ]

We keep doing what we can do. I don't know why I was chosen for anything here - for this role for that killing... I don't know why I died and why I was brought back - brought here but I know we have to keep going. We have to keep seeing the constants that present themselves.

[unnames]

[... He doesn't get it, really. He tries, but none of it makes any sense, and his brow furrows a little as he tries to understand what she's saying, but in the end, he doesn't know much of anything, and all he can really offer up is--]

Well... even if we don't really know why or anything like that or anything, I...

[He frowns a little, and then continues:]

It sounds pretty shitty, all things considered, but I'm kinda glad you're here. [It's good for everyone that Elizabeth's here trying to help them, after all, and Alice? would be pretty fucked on his own.]

[tearable]

[ She sits in silence a bit, stewing about her own feelings on the matter. She's angry. She wants to kill anyone who did this to her. Whether it was someone who wanted research or save the world - there was no 'greater good' that she suspects the scientists need. It was always for power - be it knowledge or the controlling kind. ]

I'm sorry you're here. [ She replies immediately. Her shoulders slump down. ] I wish there was more I could do... I could have gotten us out - taken us anywhere but here.

[ She wishes she stayed dead, honestly... ]

We can only keep trying. There's nothing else.

[unnames]

...Thanks.

[He's not sure if he's grateful or not, but the sentiment...well, it's really nice, isn't it? And he's not used to people being that nice or considerate of his well-being, but he appreciates it even so.

Ultimately, though, he just sighs, shoulder slumping as well.]

We'll keep trying, and...we'll get it right. So.... just wait for that moment, okay? When we're all free and can get out of this hellhole.