[ Orpheus goes quiet at Sam's last question, straining his ears to listen for Eurydice's voice. He doesn't hear her, though, just the distant rumble of machinery and the ringing of pickaxes against stone. He shakes his head. ]
She's not here, [ he says, and it comes out defiant because maybe that's a good thing. Even if this is a dream, he doesn't want to see what Sam would do to her, for the sake of cruelty or to get a rise out of him. For once he's grateful that this dream in particular always ends with him alone. ]
It's just us here. You don't get to see her. [ Sam doesn't get to use her memory against him. Not so directly, anyway. ]
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She's not here, [ he says, and it comes out defiant because maybe that's a good thing. Even if this is a dream, he doesn't want to see what Sam would do to her, for the sake of cruelty or to get a rise out of him. For once he's grateful that this dream in particular always ends with him alone. ]
It's just us here. You don't get to see her. [ Sam doesn't get to use her memory against him. Not so directly, anyway. ]