[ he assumes that the survivors know almsot as much as he does by this point. all they do is run around and steal shit, listen in, go places they shouldn't ... almost as bad as certain other killers, except that he can tolerate them a little better.
he stays at the tower, patching holes, loosening unfixable stones and replacing them as best he can. it was never his job to do this, but it's not impossible. at least, in the short run, it's not impossible. ]
A long time ago.
[ sometimes the dates get mixed up in his mind. 1920? 1840? this place has so much bullshit in it, he can barely keep track of it most of the time. ]
19-something. Early. That -
[ he turns now, gesturing to the car she's digging through. ]
Was dumped here when I showed up. Never seen it before then.
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he stays at the tower, patching holes, loosening unfixable stones and replacing them as best he can. it was never his job to do this, but it's not impossible. at least, in the short run, it's not impossible. ]
A long time ago.
[ sometimes the dates get mixed up in his mind. 1920? 1840? this place has so much bullshit in it, he can barely keep track of it most of the time. ]
19-something. Early. That -
[ he turns now, gesturing to the car she's digging through. ]
Was dumped here when I showed up. Never seen it before then.