Back inside, Jasper and Marvel are talking- ignoring the machine rattling on the other side of the room.
Jasper asks Marvel if they can ask him a question, to which Marvel responds they already have. The phantom type gives him a playful swat, getting a low chuckle in return. He says that yes, they can have another question, so long as he can answer it.
They nod, thinking their words over.
Does…does Marvel ever worry? About how this game is going to go, about whether they’re going to live or not?
No, he says, not much hesitation. He does not worry much. He has faith in his god and he will act in his vision as needed.
But how can you tell?! How can you tell things are going to be okay, how can you know things will turn out right in the end-
Marvel shushes them with a large hand, waiting for the phantom to relax before continuing.
This alliance will win, he says.
He beckons Jasper in closer, whispering something that you can’t make out- so quiet you doubt even Eastwood could. Jasper jolts upright in surprise before leaning back in, speaking just as hushed.
Their discussion is cut off as the machine comes to a halt, the suspense in the room somehow even more deafening than the machine itself just moments before-