[ His fingers curl, hiding the drives in a loose fist. The statue might not be talking directly at him but he is getting the feeling it's speaking through the music. He has that janky goddamn iPod in one of his pockets.
The chips are stuffed back into the pocket they had come from.
Okay so someone or something is speaking to him through song. Maybe. He is pretty sure he's gone crazy.
Sun. Moon. Maybe that means something. Maybe it doesn't. ]
Okay. [ He lets out a breath. ] Okay. Alright. We're good, Murphy. [ Keep it together. A quick pep talk before:] What do you want me to do?
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The chips are stuffed back into the pocket they had come from.
Okay so someone or something is speaking to him through song. Maybe. He is pretty sure he's gone crazy.
Sun. Moon. Maybe that means something. Maybe it doesn't. ]
Okay. [ He lets out a breath. ] Okay. Alright. We're good, Murphy. [ Keep it together. A quick pep talk before:] What do you want me to do?