WAIT... WHAT WAS IN THAT GLASS HE JUST SET DOWN...
Holden is in a vampire movie. This is what his death has become. There's crumby horror music in the background and everything. He reflexively looks for the exits and, of course, does not find any.]
You'd think they'd have bandages here if people can keep getting maimed but not die all over again. Maybe it's like The Picture of Dorian Gray, and our corpses are hiding somewhere and just get even more cut up. [Holden has no idea Oscar Wilde was actually a huge flit. He doesn't even know that's who wrote the novel.] That bothered me this whole game. Where the hell do our bodies go?
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WAIT... WHAT WAS IN THAT GLASS HE JUST SET DOWN...
Holden is in a vampire movie. This is what his death has become. There's crumby horror music in the background and everything. He reflexively looks for the exits and, of course, does not find any.]
You'd think they'd have bandages here if people can keep getting maimed but not die all over again. Maybe it's like The Picture of Dorian Gray, and our corpses are hiding somewhere and just get even more cut up. [Holden has no idea Oscar Wilde was actually a huge flit. He doesn't even know that's who wrote the novel.] That bothered me this whole game. Where the hell do our bodies go?