[ Majima had no intention of turning tail: he stood full-height, alert and more determined to proceed than ever. He glanced back at Thomas, however, and in answer to both questions: ]
Dunno if you're gonna believe this or not, but one of the kids here says there might be a monster around. Not the Sound Eaters; somethin' from back home, where he was.
Ain't gonna stop ya if you wanna turn back.
[ But hell if he was going to. His metal-tipped boots tread in silent fashion over the path of sand leading down to the bottom of the stairs, where a half-rotted display stand still held the life-size poster of a ballerina, golden hair piled high on her head.
An empty information booth with rippled glass, old tile on the walls and floors. And stopped at the platform, a stopped subway train. ]
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Dunno if you're gonna believe this or not, but one of the kids here says there might be a monster around. Not the Sound Eaters; somethin' from back home, where he was.
Ain't gonna stop ya if you wanna turn back.
[ But hell if he was going to. His metal-tipped boots tread in silent fashion over the path of sand leading down to the bottom of the stairs, where a half-rotted display stand still held the life-size poster of a ballerina, golden hair piled high on her head.
An empty information booth with rippled glass, old tile on the walls and floors. And stopped at the platform, a stopped subway train. ]