[Leo doesn't comment on that one way or the other. He hadn't known Bigby all that well, so vouching for his character one way or another (whether he'd want to do that) isn't something he's really qualified to do. If they can't find the way out of here quickly, they'll probably find out for themselves how the "good guys" feel about their companions.
As for her question... he's quiet as he mulls it over, fiddling with his glasses. Their absence from his face doesn't seem to bother him much right now.]
I'm not sure how well I understand it, honestly. Where I'm from, we don't have anything like this. [Not just the technology, but the idea of the dead not really being dead, even in a changed form... it's not something he's ever really heard of.]
They seem to like it alright, though. It seemed like most of them prefer it to-- whatever's outside. [His face, mostly stoic and thoughtful until now, seems to cloud over. "Whatever's outside" being death, destruction, and horrors, according to the dead.] If they're right, and what we were taken from doesn't exist anymore... then I'm not sure it matters.
...I thought escaping would mean going home.
[He'd hoped, rather. He'd had a niggling feeling, since the moment Judy refused to tell them if they could leave, that whatever awaited them beyond the walls of the building wasn't good. Still, he'd held out hope. For Elliot's sake, he'd tried to hope.
But if they're right, then... what's the point? Why bother leaving without Elliot to go back to? If he'd had anyone else to care about, he has no memories of them now. And to live just for the sake of living, to fight and escape and run just to keep a heart beating... it's not really his style.]
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As for her question... he's quiet as he mulls it over, fiddling with his glasses. Their absence from his face doesn't seem to bother him much right now.]
I'm not sure how well I understand it, honestly. Where I'm from, we don't have anything like this. [Not just the technology, but the idea of the dead not really being dead, even in a changed form... it's not something he's ever really heard of.]
They seem to like it alright, though. It seemed like most of them prefer it to-- whatever's outside. [His face, mostly stoic and thoughtful until now, seems to cloud over. "Whatever's outside" being death, destruction, and horrors, according to the dead.] If they're right, and what we were taken from doesn't exist anymore... then I'm not sure it matters.
...I thought escaping would mean going home.
[He'd hoped, rather. He'd had a niggling feeling, since the moment Judy refused to tell them if they could leave, that whatever awaited them beyond the walls of the building wasn't good. Still, he'd held out hope. For Elliot's sake, he'd tried to hope.
But if they're right, then... what's the point? Why bother leaving without Elliot to go back to? If he'd had anyone else to care about, he has no memories of them now. And to live just for the sake of living, to fight and escape and run just to keep a heart beating... it's not really his style.]