[ Benny doesn’t say anything yet, just lets her words settle in the air between them, like smoke; heavy, real, thick - a little bitter. Cause, like...yeah. He gets it. He feels it, too - there's absolutely something about the place that doesn't pretend, there's no masks or shiny lies.
It almost reminds him a little bit of Purgatory, a place that stripped you down to nothing, where you shed all the complexities of having morals, leaving only raw instinct. Survival, that was all it was. Fight to survive, and no need to justify the killing. ]
Yeah. That sounds about right. Least here, it's honest. Ain't pretending to be something it isn't. [ A pause, then, brief, before - ] Benny. Pleasure, Nadine.
Always good to know who’s down the hall, just in case somethin’ starts aknockin’ that isn't just a blackout.
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It almost reminds him a little bit of Purgatory, a place that stripped you down to nothing, where you shed all the complexities of having morals, leaving only raw instinct. Survival, that was all it was. Fight to survive, and no need to justify the killing. ]
Yeah. That sounds about right. Least here, it's honest. Ain't pretending to be something it isn't. [ A pause, then, brief, before - ] Benny. Pleasure, Nadine.
Always good to know who’s down the hall, just in case somethin’ starts aknockin’ that isn't just a blackout.