[ Now that the statue is free of ivy, the sense of familiarity engulfs him once again. But it's not recognition—it's this niggling sense in the back of his mind, that he should know what he's looking at, but he doesn't. He's certain he's never seen this face before, but at the same time, it bears such strong resemblance to someone that should've cherished him—
No. He looks away, back to Altria, and then to the garden surrounding them. He's not going to let a stupid statue get the better of him—not going to let anything get the jump on them. There's something wrong with this city—moreso than its bizarre appearance, its alien, towering buildings, blocky and occupying far too much space, an empty husk of a city, bereft of its citizens.
He quietly follows Altria, expanding his senses to keep an eye on their surroundings. ]
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No. He looks away, back to Altria, and then to the garden surrounding them. He's not going to let a stupid statue get the better of him—not going to let anything get the jump on them. There's something wrong with this city—moreso than its bizarre appearance, its alien, towering buildings, blocky and occupying far too much space, an empty husk of a city, bereft of its citizens.
He quietly follows Altria, expanding his senses to keep an eye on their surroundings. ]