"I don't know," Mathias answers, shaking his head once as he walks across the top of the hill. He pauses briefly at the blood soaked sleeping bag, then again at the windlass, looking down into the mine for a moment. At the other side of the hill, there are men with bows and arrows, just like he thought there would be.
"I don't know where it came from," he says. "But it's here because I'm scared of it."
He can't look at the others when he says it for a long list of reasons. For one, he made a promise to Lucy that if the hallucinations got bad, he'd tell someone and he hadn't, but only because he'd known there hadn't been anything anyone could do.
"This is what I've been seeing," he admits. "The vines, the men down there. I thought I was still imagining it this morning."
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Date: 2012-10-23 12:24 am (UTC)"I don't know where it came from," he says. "But it's here because I'm scared of it."
He can't look at the others when he says it for a long list of reasons. For one, he made a promise to Lucy that if the hallucinations got bad, he'd tell someone and he hadn't, but only because he'd known there hadn't been anything anyone could do.
"This is what I've been seeing," he admits. "The vines, the men down there. I thought I was still imagining it this morning."