"I wouldn't speak so soon." They have nothing to be grateful for n this place and if they happen to find anything worth praising the good Lord for, he knows for damn sure it has nothing to do with Mathias herself.
"A bad what?" he asks, eyebrows furrowed as he tips his head to one side. Yes, he's familiar with lewd imagery - who isn't? - but no, he's not familiar with that particular concept. They can probably find some tucked away in the corner of the video rental store if they looked real hard for educational purposes but there's always something more important to do around here.
"Last time," he confirms. He glances over at Raylan again, always at the ready to catch him if he falls, but making no moves at the moment to initiate contact. It is not something he does unless he's sure they will be alone. His gaze follows Raylan's to look up at the inscription.
"No. But these are the same photos as the other ones that have been goin' around. Decades and decades with people who look the same." He can't help but wonder if they're a bit like him. Immortal through magic or some other means. Or maybe like Five, capable of hopping around through time.
"Maybe I am reading too much into it, but there appears to be something ritualistic about... well, this town. There's this--... sommin' about making offerings and mirrors. When you first met Malcolm I was in a cave or tunnel. There was some kind of altar with a mirror there too, in the middle of nowhere. We are made to follow some nonsensical, cryptic instructions like some kind of cult." He also thinks there is some kind of significance about water. They had come in through the beach and many a time when people have perished, they come back into town through the beach. It's happened often enough that it's trained him to sweep on past the Grey Gull everyday, just about, in case he might find someone there. There's just something perhaps thematically appropriate about the water.
"You were in that building?" Doc asks, tapping on the lodge on one of the photos. "Find anything in there? Other than half-decent whiskey."
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"A bad what?" he asks, eyebrows furrowed as he tips his head to one side. Yes, he's familiar with lewd imagery - who isn't? - but no, he's not familiar with that particular concept. They can probably find some tucked away in the corner of the video rental store if they looked real hard for educational purposes but there's always something more important to do around here.
"Last time," he confirms. He glances over at Raylan again, always at the ready to catch him if he falls, but making no moves at the moment to initiate contact. It is not something he does unless he's sure they will be alone. His gaze follows Raylan's to look up at the inscription.
"No. But these are the same photos as the other ones that have been goin' around. Decades and decades with people who look the same." He can't help but wonder if they're a bit like him. Immortal through magic or some other means. Or maybe like Five, capable of hopping around through time.
"Maybe I am reading too much into it, but there appears to be something ritualistic about... well, this town. There's this--... sommin' about making offerings and mirrors. When you first met Malcolm I was in a cave or tunnel. There was some kind of altar with a mirror there too, in the middle of nowhere. We are made to follow some nonsensical, cryptic instructions like some kind of cult." He also thinks there is some kind of significance about water. They had come in through the beach and many a time when people have perished, they come back into town through the beach. It's happened often enough that it's trained him to sweep on past the Grey Gull everyday, just about, in case he might find someone there. There's just something perhaps thematically appropriate about the water.
"You were in that building?" Doc asks, tapping on the lodge on one of the photos. "Find anything in there? Other than half-decent whiskey."