[He lifts up the bag, giving it a shake. It isn't full, and he places it in the middle of the boat to rifle through it. It'll give him a distraction for now, pushing aside all else for curiosity. You know James likes to stick his hands into weird things.]
Uh...
[He takes note of multiple small items. A writing pad, a pen. A blank envelope.]
A towel's too much to hope for.
[And then... that awful, crimson-covered, necromancy book from before. Looks like they can't easily be rid of some things here.
[ A duffel bag is probably the least weird thing in all of Silent Hill to stick your hand in, lets be real.
Ivan glances around occasionally to make sure they're still on-track to get to whatever's looming in the fog, but otherwise he watches James rifle through the contents of the bag. When the book comes out, he makes a face. ]
Of course. I'd tell you to throw it in the lake, but I imagine it will find us again somehow anyway.
The hotel. Where Mary and I spent our vacation once. And where I returned to learn the truth about... what I did.
[That looming shape through the fog, slowly growing larger as they approach. It's hard to make the details out, but it's surely big enough to be hotel-adjacent.]
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A glance over as he rows. ]
What's what?
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Uh...
[He takes note of multiple small items. A writing pad, a pen. A blank envelope.]
A towel's too much to hope for.
[And then... that awful, crimson-covered, necromancy book from before. Looks like they can't easily be rid of some things here.
... ]
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Ivan glances around occasionally to make sure they're still on-track to get to whatever's looming in the fog, but otherwise he watches James rifle through the contents of the bag. When the book comes out, he makes a face. ]
Of course. I'd tell you to throw it in the lake, but I imagine it will find us again somehow anyway.
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Probably. This town doesn't let anything go until...
[Until the person in question comes to terms with it. He just trails off, though; it probably doesn't need to be said.]
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[ Now that he understands more about what this town is about, it's methods are a bit more obvious. ]
Love being followed by my past, literally and metaphorically.
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[He bites back another shiver, stubbornly.]
-kind of executioner following you around.
[Yet. Not to tempt fate or anything.]
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[ Ivan's version of Pyramid Head is probably something nobody wants to run into, ever. ]
Where are we headed?
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The hotel. Where Mary and I spent our vacation once. And where I returned to learn the truth about... what I did.
[That looming shape through the fog, slowly growing larger as they approach. It's hard to make the details out, but it's surely big enough to be hotel-adjacent.]