[ He hesitates, and she can see it, something unspoken sitting just beneath the surface. Personal. Maybe tied to whatever thread Silent Hill tugged on to draw him in the first place. ]
In my experience, it's not really something you're supposed to get. [ Gently. ] It sounds like she was chasing answers. Trying to understand what it was showing her. [ Her mouth tightens faintly, a tug of a frown in the Murmur's waters. ] I was doing the same thing before I ended up here. And there wasn't anyone in the world who could've convinced me to leave. No one but my dad.
[ Murphy might not have been enough of a reason for her to walk away, no matter what horrors she faced, no matter how sound his logic, and Sharon understands that more than she probably should. ]
Yeah, I'm still not sure what answers she was looking for... and can only hope she got them.
[ It's been weeks since he came here. Murphy hasn't thought of Cunningham much since he came to this place. While it makes sense, it makes him feel oddly guilty. Like he abandoned her. But she's the one who shot him to keep him in that fucking town.
He doesn't know how he should feel about her. Sorry, maybe? Pity? Anger? It all wraps up into something he isn't even sure how to process, but -- ]
If not, what happens? Does she just stay there with everyone else?
I think so. There aren't a ton of ways to get out. [ It wasn't meant to be a place to escape, but not even Alessa understood how it worked beyond her limited scope of power and the little she'd heard over the years. ]
My mom had to do some—ritual or something to get me out, had to steal a seal from the prior leader of the cult, a man named Leonard. She only got half of it, so she remained behind.
You can try, if you'd like. I don't know if she's... [ Alive, but she can't bring herself to say it. ] Her name is Rose. [ Through the connection, a hazy image of a woman comes through. ]
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Date: 2026-02-23 04:41 am (UTC)In my experience, it's not really something you're supposed to get. [ Gently. ] It sounds like she was chasing answers. Trying to understand what it was showing her. [ Her mouth tightens faintly, a tug of a frown in the Murmur's waters. ] I was doing the same thing before I ended up here. And there wasn't anyone in the world who could've convinced me to leave. No one but my dad.
[ Murphy might not have been enough of a reason for her to walk away, no matter what horrors she faced, no matter how sound his logic, and Sharon understands that more than she probably should. ]
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Date: 2026-02-23 06:16 am (UTC)[ It's been weeks since he came here. Murphy hasn't thought of Cunningham much since he came to this place. While it makes sense, it makes him feel oddly guilty. Like he abandoned her. But she's the one who shot him to keep him in that fucking town.
He doesn't know how he should feel about her. Sorry, maybe? Pity? Anger? It all wraps up into something he isn't even sure how to process, but -- ]
If not, what happens? Does she just stay there with everyone else?
[ What a horror show that would be. ]
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Date: 2026-02-25 04:22 am (UTC)My mom had to do some—ritual or something to get me out, had to steal a seal from the prior leader of the cult, a man named Leonard. She only got half of it, so she remained behind.
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Date: 2026-02-25 07:05 pm (UTC)[ For some reason, he looks around. ]
I don't know if it'd work, but did you want me to try to look for her?
[ He isn't sure if he wants to try to drag Cunningham out, but Sharon's mother? Yeah, he can drag himself through that town to find her mom. ]
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Date: 2026-02-25 09:28 pm (UTC)