there's got to be a way to reverse the process. we can try leaving the room... or maybe we should open up the vent in the sauna. the elevator's poison came from the vents, too...

*he trails off, rubbing his chin in thought. there's more life to him now, with his brain buzzing with actionable ideas, than there has been since the flash.*

--

*his other self isn't faring nearly as well. after shuffling around the swamp with pitou for what felt like an eternity, looking for a way out, he's finally starting to lose hope, sinking to the ground and wrapping his arms around his folded knees in defeat.*

it's useless... it's all up to them. they have to want us back.

*he sighs, laying his cheek against his slimy knees.*

the worst part is, i get why he wanted me gone.