[ His answer is tugging her slightly closer. But it's a purposeful movement, because Severus has to look behind them without twisting anyone's arm around. He sees no one else. ]
We already are.
[ He thinks he can hear people, echoes of whispered, nervous conversations, but couldn't that also be from the phantoms? One veers dangerously close, hands clutched over her face, shoulders wracked with sobs. Severus has to step quickly out of the way.
Something catches his eye - her face. Worse than before, and blinking doesn't fix it. ] The hallucinations are getting worse, [ he comments quietly, before looking away. But he doesn't let go of her hand or flinch.
He frowns. There's an outline of something against the wall-- he shines a light towards it.
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We already are.
[ He thinks he can hear people, echoes of whispered, nervous conversations, but couldn't that also be from the phantoms? One veers dangerously close, hands clutched over her face, shoulders wracked with sobs. Severus has to step quickly out of the way.
Something catches his eye - her face. Worse than before, and blinking doesn't fix it. ] The hallucinations are getting worse, [ he comments quietly, before looking away. But he doesn't let go of her hand or flinch.
He frowns. There's an outline of something against the wall-- he shines a light towards it.
A door. ]