"One guy lives down there, if rumors serve," Faye replies hesitantly, her hand running in repeated motions against her forehead, sweeping up to her hairline. With each brush, she feels herself marginally calmed, and all that's left is to focus on the young man in front of her. She wonders if it's right, telling him so much. (She's also sure that there's no way to truly hide the truth, in a place like this.)
And she wonders if that makes her partially responsible for him, now.
"Cohen, I think. Something Cohen," Faye goes on, waving dismissively with her hand. "But almost everyone who started off down there... didn't make it. There are audio tapes, if that interests you. Diaries that people kept down there for everything that happened."
Her gaze darkened. "Or, seeing as how I was down there for much of it, maybe I should tell you more to warn you away. It's not a city full of fun and games."
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And she wonders if that makes her partially responsible for him, now.
"Cohen, I think. Something Cohen," Faye goes on, waving dismissively with her hand. "But almost everyone who started off down there... didn't make it. There are audio tapes, if that interests you. Diaries that people kept down there for everything that happened."
Her gaze darkened. "Or, seeing as how I was down there for much of it, maybe I should tell you more to warn you away. It's not a city full of fun and games."