Yeah. [ he answers simply, because he finds himself slightly distracted then, body moving with the sway of the dance they've settled into but his mind drifting elsewhere as he falls into the reminder of karen. she'd been here briefly, probably no longer than a month, but he'd seen her and then she'd simply left, all based on some kind of "glitch" they'd claimed to have been an issue that sent her back to their world.
he hadn't believed it then, and sometimes even now, he isn't always convinced every does go home, even if he'd technically gone back himself. but he'd held no memory of this place in that time, making it difficult to really consider what was even real or fake anymore.
even when the song ends, he doesn't truly notice it until she shifts to draw him away from it, blinking a few times before he registers the need to step back over to the next set of instructions.
and then his jaw clenches, his breathing falling heavier, because he somehow knows it's on purpose, that a question like that wouldn't be asked if they didn't know it'd stir something within. and he knows it's exactly how the bastards do it, purposely setting it all up with something manageable to let the guards go do before they really twist the knife.
her answer somehow makes him even angrier, realizing the question is hardly meant to be for her either. it's a simple answer, but he's not even sure that would qualify enough for their satisfaction of this part of the test. still, he's quiet, eyes low to the floor with a twitch in his nose as he mutters, ] Yeah, mine ... mine was all taken from me. They're gone now.
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he hadn't believed it then, and sometimes even now, he isn't always convinced every does go home, even if he'd technically gone back himself. but he'd held no memory of this place in that time, making it difficult to really consider what was even real or fake anymore.
even when the song ends, he doesn't truly notice it until she shifts to draw him away from it, blinking a few times before he registers the need to step back over to the next set of instructions.
and then his jaw clenches, his breathing falling heavier, because he somehow knows it's on purpose, that a question like that wouldn't be asked if they didn't know it'd stir something within. and he knows it's exactly how the bastards do it, purposely setting it all up with something manageable to let the guards go do before they really twist the knife.
her answer somehow makes him even angrier, realizing the question is hardly meant to be for her either. it's a simple answer, but he's not even sure that would qualify enough for their satisfaction of this part of the test. still, he's quiet, eyes low to the floor with a twitch in his nose as he mutters, ] Yeah, mine ... mine was all taken from me. They're gone now.