He'd tried to convince himself otherwise. It'd been a strange few days, after all. But he knows himself; he knows how paranoid he can get, and he knows exactly how crazy other people think him, sometimes. He knows himself inside and out. Therefore, he also knows that he does not see things. He trusts his senses. They're the only damn things that he can trust, nowadays.
Therefore, it'd happened. The desert, the ocean, the room, the prisoner -- he knows it was all real. He just doesn't understand how, yet.
"There's..." Corosa scratches his head. "More to this place than meets the eye, I think. They're pulling us from, from entirely different worlds, aren't they? They're powerful. They're... hardly telling us everything. So I need to find this place. This prisoner. I think he can help." He said he could.
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He'd tried to convince himself otherwise. It'd been a strange few days, after all. But he knows himself; he knows how paranoid he can get, and he knows exactly how crazy other people think him, sometimes. He knows himself inside and out. Therefore, he also knows that he does not see things. He trusts his senses. They're the only damn things that he can trust, nowadays.
Therefore, it'd happened. The desert, the ocean, the room, the prisoner -- he knows it was all real. He just doesn't understand how, yet.
"There's..." Corosa scratches his head. "More to this place than meets the eye, I think. They're pulling us from, from entirely different worlds, aren't they? They're powerful. They're... hardly telling us everything. So I need to find this place. This prisoner. I think he can help." He said he could.