[A little wry "ha," even if it sounds louder than it is within the confines of the mausoleum.]

What, so I can be noisier and messier? Lucky you.

[But James has a similar feeling, now, even if it took a bit to come around to it: not going at this alone (again) is its own comfort. He needn't face the darkness, the ceaseless dread this town can throw at a person, completely alone. It's a small weight off his shoulders, to share that burden.

He follow, a couple of steps behind.]

So do you think Silent Hill is really leaning into your entire "reaper" role, or...?

[Or does this place mean anything special to you, Ivan? Can he even tell?]