Carl listened carefully to the response of each girl. It seemingly played out pretty well. While one saw troubles in the world before them the other seemed to feel there was always a chance to restart if you needed to. Being that life could be like that. One could see it in many ways though, either that she was running, or maybe she wasn't. Could he say he had never ran from something? No, probably not. In a way ignoring his twisted condition because he didn't feel the need to follow the doctors orders was more then enough to say he wasn't confronting, so probably running

[i][color=9e0b0f]Their flesh....i wonder how the dead enjoy it so much.[/color][/i] What a grotesque thought, one that pleaded out in his mind. The furthering of his rather odd voices asking questions, prodding about in search or means to harm them. True if he really wanted to look they would be more twisted, more forward more....designated, but this mind wasn't about to lose to the ones whirling inside. He wasn't going to fall to such failures again.

“Indeed, you can both be seen as correct...moving to another area could be seen as a restart, while if the game was already twisted to begin with. How would we ever have a true fresh start.” be normal..or at least don't let your desires drop to the stage.

Almost as though it was a call the echos of the school bell rung. The massive doors swinging open as students seemed to swarm towards them. Mashing into a sort of machine.[i][color=9e0b0f] So easy would it be to break the walls of their world, drop a part of the land on them, and they would scream in terror. Running fleeing[/color][/i]..no that wasn't right. He didn't need to think this way. He turned to look at the two taking a few steps back while looking at them. “Well I guess it's our queue to join the swirling mob of people.” he stated as a large group moved behind him. Causing him to bump into one of the guys causing him to turn around with a vicious smile for a moment. A lasp of control as he looked up to the man who merely backed off from the twisted menacing feel that came off of him. “Sorry,” Carl stated to the man, forcing back that odd twisted slip. He almost had lost himself for a moment. He had more then enough means to hurt anyone...he didn't need a reason. Merely the desire to seem them squirm, and die.