[Steve snorts out a sentence of snubs. The Musharna bobs in midair, and words appear on the screen.]
You said the monsters are supposed to torment you.
[Poke. Poke poke poke.]
Ow! Quit that! I get it, all right?
[Steve folds her arms, point made. Blake turns to glare at the screen, looking more like himself.]
The Grim Reaper isn't a lady. And if I saw anybody wandering around in a cloak with a scythe, I'd notice.
Point is, kid...whatever this is, it's a long, long way from the real world. And maybe I shouldn't be there right now, anyway. Maybe it's right that I'm gone.
[He's quiet for a while, feeling the soreness in his muscles. Finally, he says softly,]
no subject
You said the monsters are supposed to torment you.
[Poke. Poke poke poke.]
Ow! Quit that! I get it, all right?
[Steve folds her arms, point made. Blake turns to glare at the screen, looking more like himself.]
The Grim Reaper isn't a lady. And if I saw anybody wandering around in a cloak with a scythe, I'd notice.
Point is, kid...whatever this is, it's a long, long way from the real world. And maybe I shouldn't be there right now, anyway. Maybe it's right that I'm gone.
[He's quiet for a while, feeling the soreness in his muscles. Finally, he says softly,]
Sorry, Steve. You're a good dog.