[ cloud doesn't bother looking at paintings (because he is, in fact, looking pointedly away from them), but it's hard to miss estelle's reaction. it's reflexive when he turns around to face her and gently grabs her shoulders, leaning a bit ]
Hey. Estelle, look at me. It's not real. [ he sounds sure even if he does not sound particularly comforting ]
[She puts a hand on his arm, holding on lightly enough that he could shake her off if he wanted -- or needed to. It's just enough to keep her grounded, her eyes away from the paintings as she continues forward along with him.]
[ he will be nice because they are in painting hell and let her keep her arm on his. never mention this.
there's so many fucking paintings left but cloud is walking briskly and ignoring them so they can finally suddenly stumble the hell out of here! at some point!! please!!! ]
... Some of them look like they could have happened for me, too.
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Hey. Estelle, look at me. It's not real. [ he sounds sure even if he does not sound particularly comforting ]
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I...
Y, you're right... it's just...
[She shakes her head, trying to push the image out of her mind.]
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[ and he does, honestly! sometimes you are a person with constant ptsd and hallucinations, so you know. you know. ]
... Focus on me for now. We've gotta be getting close to an exit.
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[She puts a hand on his arm, holding on lightly enough that he could shake her off if he wanted -- or needed to. It's just enough to keep her grounded, her eyes away from the paintings as she continues forward along with him.]
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there's so many fucking paintings left but cloud is walking briskly and ignoring them so they can finally suddenly stumble the hell out of here! at some point!! please!!! ]
... Some of them look like they could have happened for me, too.
[ is this comforting ]