[ He muses to himself without actually answering the question. Archangel walks around to pick up one of the cups that have neon writing and turns it about in his hands. ]
No, it seems to be gone. [ His tone is still surprisingly calm despite everything that has happened. Rolling the cup in his hands, he muses over what this could mean. It certainly is an odd sight. Shifting about, he wonders if the doppelganger is hiding to try to stab one of them in the back.
He drifts his eyes around the shadows and ceiling, humming. ]
What is this? [ The weight of the cup feels real. It isn't an illusion? But then, was it like when they had their memories played out months before? He tosses the cup from one hand to the other. ] The mirror brought us here... will it take us back?
Unless you don't want to go back? [ Since this is Silco's place? He tosses the cup to the man instead. ]
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[ He muses to himself without actually answering the question. Archangel walks around to pick up one of the cups that have neon writing and turns it about in his hands. ]
No, it seems to be gone. [ His tone is still surprisingly calm despite everything that has happened. Rolling the cup in his hands, he muses over what this could mean. It certainly is an odd sight. Shifting about, he wonders if the doppelganger is hiding to try to stab one of them in the back.
He drifts his eyes around the shadows and ceiling, humming. ]
What is this? [ The weight of the cup feels real. It isn't an illusion? But then, was it like when they had their memories played out months before? He tosses the cup from one hand to the other. ] The mirror brought us here... will it take us back?
Unless you don't want to go back? [ Since this is Silco's place? He tosses the cup to the man instead. ]