... I believe you're correct. I don't feel anything belongs here. Dead or alive, or caught forever as neither.

( A softer voice in turn, partly as his ghostly companion speaks more softly as well. He watches him, with the butterflies. Back home, people would find this grotesque, and in no small part because it is his. )

Though with our previous record in each location we visit, I would be surprised if we don't also see some way to unmake this place in our going.

( Dry. So dry, thinking of it. )