She trails off, the TCPs slowing down as they approach a chamber on the side. Peeking in reveals a pit of horror, an empty cage dangling above it. Slick, presumably talking to Wretch, asks what it is…only to whisper that it’s apparently called a dungeon. Whipp says that she doesn’t like the look of it one fucking bit, and Marnet’s gotta agree. Maybe they should keep moving.
Wretch is silent as they get to walking again, and you can’t help but get a twinge of worry.
VOIDSY: …You okay?
WRETCH: i just
WRETCH: dont like this strat ok
WRETCH: its fucked
VOIDSY: It seems like it goes a little deeper than that…
WRETCH: idk i dont really wanna talk about it
VOIDSY: You sure? Like, we’re here to listen-
WRETCH: i have some personal history stuff with horror ok
Her voice drops a little, just enough for you to hear.
WRETCH: …and i don’t wanna talk about it around eastwood or mills
WRETCH: sorry