We'll see. [ he sounds amused. he wont for long when he has to think of a sin, sucker!!! ] I still called dibs on listening. So get to it so we can see if this works.
[This is said SO TIREDLY. He drops his head back against the wall of the confessional, trying to think of what the fuck he's going to say. When he gets down to it, he really... isn't... that bad of a guy. He's a Bat. His ultimate goal is to help people.
He just... executes it poorly in the eyes of some. Tch.]
Okay. Here's the deal: what the hell I say in here doesn't leave this confessional. Understand? That's the point of your job as priest anyway. You can't tell anyone. This is just between the two of us.
Just because you don't care doesn't mean you won't run your mouth for the right price. [HIS TRUST ISSUES, CLOUD!! He's a shitty person, so he definitely knows how shitty other people can be.] Keep your damn pinky. I don't want to hold your hand.
[Hope they have to hold hands later. It'd be hilarious.
He is quiet for the longest fucking time here because he truly does not want to talk about himself at all.]
I guess I could just come out and say what I think it could be, but I have to preface this with an explanation as to why it's such a big deal. When I was a kid, I had... a mentor who really went hard on being the good guy. He wants to protect everyone, but he thinks if you get rid of the bad guys permanently, you're no better than them. He hates if you even sniff in the direction of killing the worst of the worst bastards out there.
Anyway, karma thinks it's funny, and one of the most deranged bad guys tricked me into a situation not too different than this one. My mom was the hostage. But that fuck didn't care about anything but messing with my mentor. So he killed me. He beat the shit out of me, and then thought it'd be cute if I got blown into every corner of a warehouse.
"How are you here then, Jason?" you ask. Shit happens. Sometimes, you wake back up in the coffin scraps of you were buried in. But the point is: when I came back, I found out... my mentor hadn't done anything about that piece of shit. Even knowing. Even after knowing.
[He truly thinks he has been through this enough times to not get worked up about it anymore, BUT MY GOD. Talking about it makes him irritable all over again. The surface water over the iceberg of violent anger is rippling, and it shows up in his voice. F in the chat for Cloud dealing with this like three days after being here.]
His morals were somehow more important than getting rid of this one clown asshat who has people living in fear. It's stupid. I said I wasn't going to be like that. Fuck every single one of those guys who screw with innocent people. That's it, that's my sin.
[ jason is truly going through so much and meanwhile cloud is so tired. this is so much personal information and feelings and he is uncomfortable. also it sounds dumb as hell. why would you not kill bad guys? hello?
and he just has to accept resurrection is a thing in places. he's seen enough weird murder game shit to accept it but also, christ, jason. locked in a coffin? that fucking sucks. he's quiet while jason confesses all of it, not even tapping his arm or shuffling.
he does not want people's backstories but he's also not that big of an asshole to make fun of them. still; ]
... Your mentor's a dumbass. [ it's an important note. cloud thinks batman is the stupidest thing alive because superheroes would not last one second on ff7r's crapsack world. imagine trying to NOT kill people in there. ] There's nothing to gain with keeping guys like that alive. They'll just keep going until someone stops them for good.
[ is sephiroth the joker? he thinks sephiroth is kind of the joker. he does not know the joker by name but a psycho who kills people is very sephiroth-kin. he sighs and shuffles a bit, leaning back. ]
... Any luck that confession loosened things up on your end?
[ he still does not want to play forgive me father ]
[Yeah, he's Vincent now. He was in the coffin. And he has a red color scheme? HE'S VINCENT.
The, like, relief? makes him bark a sharp, humorless laugh. Yeah, he knows this. Yeah, he agrees. Bruce is a dumbass. It's just kind of refreshing to hear someone else who doesn't take his side, too. Who knows he's sore about it and tries to toe the lien between scolding him and not making him mad.]
You're preaching to the choir.
[Sephiroth is probably the Joker. They're related. Cousins.
The box on his side shifts as he moves. He doesn't think the door will open so easily, so he gives it a milder kick again, and he is shocked to find it swings open.] Shit. [There he goes, he starts crawling out.] See ya, sucker.
[Just kidding.
He eases back in to glance through the grate to Cloud's side.]
[ imagine cloud "why don't you just kill him" strife telling jason "vincent valentie adjacent" that murder is wrong. hilarious. also, the joker is now genesis. anyway, cloud tries kicking the door when he hears jason crawl! wow can you imagine if i said he got off easy and it just opened.
nope, it's stuck. ]
Looks like this isn't a two for one deal on sin sharing. [ shit. he kind of sighs ] ... I've done a lot of shitty things. Can't really tell what counts as the biggest bad decision of them all.
[ aerith isn't dead yet for him to guilt over, so he takes a few seconds. ]
I joined the army as a kid. About fourteen. Had some delusions it'd make me a hero. I went up all the way to the highest rank in about two years. SOLDIER, First Class. [ part of this is on his profile, so it's fine? ] ... I went on a mission with someone I thought was a friend, back to my hometown. The guy was a real war hero. Being like him was the whole reason I joined in the first place.
[ ... ]
Something happened. Or maybe he was always like that, I don't know. I guess I didn't know him as well as I thought I did. He snapped. By the time I caught up to him, he'd managed to burn down the entire town and kill almost everyone in it. I thought I'd stopped him then, but... he's showed back up again. Crazier and more powerful than ever. Talking about changing fate.
[ cloud kind of shrugs. it's not like jason can even see him, but he does not entirely understand how the planet, sephiroth and his own group align right now. he just knows! sephiroth bad!!! ]
... I don't know if he's my sin, or my ghost. But either way, everyone he's hurt since-- if I'd done the job right first try, they'd be okay. And back then... some hero. I didn't manage to save anyone. Damage was done.
[ ... there's a pause. ]
Think that counts as confession enough?
[ there's something maybe a little funny that jason's sin is killing people and cloud's sin is not killing one guy, actually, thinking about it. it's fine cloud can talk up avalanche being responsible for so many dead people instead, rip ]
[This honestly doesn't sound much different than most people in Gotham. He wants to point out that this still backs up his tease about Cloud being a boyscout, but even Jason can sometimes understand time and place.
Next time, Cloudy.]
What, he couldn't handle the fame?
[He's so stupid.]
Sounds like you and I both have two shit-stains who need to be wiped off the map. [They just take turns killing the Joker and Sephiroth after this.] Hey. Everyone always has their should'ves. If you've got a chance to keep going, that's all you can do.
[It looks like he juts his chin at the door on Cloud's side.]
Try it and see. Don't forget to say, "Open sesame."
[ found out he was an alien, couldn't handle the fame, same difference. he understands it's jason sort of trying to be comforting, but all cloud does is hum a bit. ]
No stopping this train we're on. [ pensive. it doesn't quite fit the context, but yeah, they keep going. something about legacies itches in his brain but it doesn't make sense so he ignores it. ] What's with you and the dumb quotes?
[ first daddy i have sinned, now this!! either way he kicks open the door probably more meanly than necessary. it kind of breaks open.
oops. ]
Let's get the hell out of here.
[ he has to awkwardly crouch to get the sword through too, which ruins his exit. i love how uselessly big the buster sword is for this. ]
Bad habit. Maybe that's the sin I should have confessed. [Hehe.] Ladies first.
[But it's fine, he's already also going. He does not have a big ass sword, so he gets out easier than Cloud. Hope the running gag continues to be Cloud ends up in places the sword doesn't help. Like the time Kyuu put us in the Bat Gameshow and they couldn't punch anything.
They end up back in the hallway where they started which isn't the relief most people think it would be. He sort of mildly checks over himself while waiting for Cloud to... pop back out too.]
And here I thought we'd come out inside Chuck E. Cheese.
[ i'm glad you understand the entire reason i gave him the sword anna.
cloud gets out and pats himself to shake off some of the wood dust from destroying a door, looking around. ]
No idea what that is. [ he's judging the jokes because he does not get them, but don't worry. he has his own bad jokes. ] This thing's beginning to seem like less of a hallway and more like a hellway.
What part of "I joined the army at fourteen" makes for a good childhood?
[ it's a joke! it's a fun joke. he's so funny. anyway ]
I'm at one and you're at two. Wouldn't do for me to quit before you did. [ he cracks his neck. don't be competitive over this. you IDIOTS. ] Ready when you are.
[CAN HE GO HALF AN HOUR WITHOUT BRINGING UP THE FACT HE HAS DIED?
No. It’s too late. They are now making this a competition because he isn’t giving up until Cloud gives up.] Right this way! [He starts down the hall to the next door in line.] We’ll see what’s behind door…number three!
[ cloud has nothing to say to dead guy jokes. unfortunate, because for all intents and purpose, legally, cloud WAS dead. he just does not remember.
rng gave me #14, so i guess we are going into a hall of mirrors. here they are. in the carnival section of the horror movie. ]
Yeah, this isn't going to end well. [ one half of the room is clouds! the other is jasons! which evil doppleganger will attempt to kill the other FIRST. ] See the door anywhere?
[WHY IS IT THE MIRROR ROOM!!! He's cool as long as he doesn't see a fucking clown behind him anywhere. (The joke is he is a fucking clown.)
At first, he doesn't really move. He's going to have to make sure he doesn't run into the mirrors.] No, I can't see anything but multiples of your damn blonde head. [He reaches out, despising how uncoordinated this makes him feel.
He touches the glass, feels down along it as he moves so he doesn't smash his face.]
I'm not kidding. I'm giving this hotel the worst possible review.
Gotta have to agree with you there. One Jason Todd is bad enough.
[ this is cloud agreeing that he hates seeing so many reflections. he is even willing to let the joke about his blond head slide. jason is reaching out with his hand and cloud is kicking at the floor slightly before making steps.
so that he can have one hand on the buster sword's handle, even if he can't actually take it out without potentially skewering jason. sorry the sword is too big again!! woops!!! ]
Forget the review. I'm not leaving this place standing if this is how things start.
[ lightly kicks a mirror that goes BONK, so he has to try and. veer? god this sucks. he is being triggered and he doesn't even know why. ]
... You feeling watched, too?
[ he is aware that sounds stupid in a mirror room. but. look. ]
[He makes an annoyed and exasperated grunt-huff at the joke. Both of their fucking jokes are horrendous.]
I mean, I'm in a funhouse full of mirrors with about twenty mes and twenty yous. It's hard not to feel watched.
[He runs into a mirrored section with his hands and has to re-adjust for a second. It... He can. Now. The hair on the back of his neck stands up on its own. Reluctantly:]
[Frustrated, he sounds a bit snippy when he answers this time:] I can't tell when there's twelve of you in my face, but your voice doesn't sound close. [He glances--at the Clouds. He's trying to figure out which one is the fucking real one, not a reflection.
He's there, too. His reflections, seeming like he's standing near Cloud. But his head turns slowly, and it startles him so bad out of reflex, he hisses,] Shit! [and throws himself backward.
He hits the corner edge of a few mirrors before bouncing off and directly into actual Cloud.]
That's not great, because I'm pretty sure your reflection--
[ well, Jason finds out and promptly drops into Cloud, which, like. Dudes heavy and he is not expecting it, so they both go tumbling back into a mirror.
Where clouds reflection is slowly leaning over them to reach, which cloud can't do much about because he is covered in Jason. ]
Shit-- break the damn thing, I don't wanna know what happens if it touches us!
[ WHY ARE ALL THE REFLECTIONS MOVING ACTUALLY THIS IS A NIGHTMARE ]
[HELLO? Why are they moving on their own?! Why are their reflections doing that?!]
I really fucking hate this place! [They aren't tangled, but he has to twist a bit to be able to have enough room to maneuver his leg.] Just--give me--a second! Damn!
[The reflections hit the mirrors from the other side with enough force to rattle them, warble everything. They hit it again, and cracks start splintering.]
Alright, enough!
[He kicks the mirror as hard as he can closest to them, shattering it, leaving behind a wall of blackness. He kicks the next one, too, for good measure, shattering it. The shards rain down on top of them as they are suddenly
just dumped right back out into the hallway again on the ground exactly as they are.]
[ cloud kind of covered his face from all the glass shards because he was STUCK under JASON'S DUMB ASS. he is still there when he removes the arm from his face except there are no more mirrors. and they're right back in the hall.
he's staring around trying to figure out if he was hallucinating again, raising a hand to stare at his arm blankly. well, there's cuts all over them from the mirrors, so probably? it was real?
this is bad for his already frayed sense of reality maybe. ]
[Hallway to Hell is the worst place he has ever been in his life, and he has been dead twice.
Gritting his teeth, he shifts and rolls off Cloud, but—using his hands sting? He has gloves?! He hisses and raises his arms so he can jerk one of the gloves off.
GREAT, CUTS?!]
God dammit, what’s the point of gloves if Henry’s House of Hotel Horrors just doesn’t play by any logical rules?
[Ow.]
…I’m good. You? What the fuck was that? I almost want my completely normal game of hunted purgatory murder back.
[ cloud's taking off one of his his own gloves to check, because. yeah, actually, it does hurt, but there's no way...
hmmm nope he still has cuts. he didn't even break the mirror? this is unfair ]
You say that, and that's the next door we're going into. [ he flexes his hand and gives up, putting the glove back on. extremely sanitary. it's fine. he sits up now that he is Free of jason's heavy body ] I'm alright. ... Kind of glad there were two of us in there. Easier to notice when they started moving wrong.
[ again, his frayed sense of reality etc. he is not sure he would've caught on as fast if it wasn't for the jason reflections. ]
I think these doors might be trying to freak us out.
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[This is said SO TIREDLY. He drops his head back against the wall of the confessional, trying to think of what the fuck he's going to say. When he gets down to it, he really... isn't... that bad of a guy. He's a Bat. His ultimate goal is to help people.
He just... executes it poorly in the eyes of some. Tch.]
Okay. Here's the deal: what the hell I say in here doesn't leave this confessional. Understand? That's the point of your job as priest anyway. You can't tell anyone. This is just between the two of us.
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[ like. of course he won't share. does he LOOK like a gossip? what happens in the torture priest room stays in the torture priest room!! ]
But sure. I can pinky swear to keep my mouth shut if it makes you feel better.
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[Hope they have to hold hands later. It'd be hilarious.
He is quiet for the longest fucking time here because he truly does not want to talk about himself at all.]
I guess I could just come out and say what I think it could be, but I have to preface this with an explanation as to why it's such a big deal. When I was a kid, I had... a mentor who really went hard on being the good guy. He wants to protect everyone, but he thinks if you get rid of the bad guys permanently, you're no better than them. He hates if you even sniff in the direction of killing the worst of the worst bastards out there.
Anyway, karma thinks it's funny, and one of the most deranged bad guys tricked me into a situation not too different than this one. My mom was the hostage. But that fuck didn't care about anything but messing with my mentor. So he killed me. He beat the shit out of me, and then thought it'd be cute if I got blown into every corner of a warehouse.
"How are you here then, Jason?" you ask. Shit happens. Sometimes, you wake back up in the coffin scraps of you were buried in. But the point is: when I came back, I found out... my mentor hadn't done anything about that piece of shit. Even knowing. Even after knowing.
[He truly thinks he has been through this enough times to not get worked up about it anymore, BUT MY GOD. Talking about it makes him irritable all over again. The surface water over the iceberg of violent anger is rippling, and it shows up in his voice. F in the chat for Cloud dealing with this like three days after being here.]
His morals were somehow more important than getting rid of this one clown asshat who has people living in fear. It's stupid. I said I wasn't going to be like that. Fuck every single one of those guys who screw with innocent people. That's it, that's my sin.
I kill them, and I don't feel bad about it.
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and he just has to accept resurrection is a thing in places. he's seen enough weird murder game shit to accept it but also, christ, jason. locked in a coffin? that fucking sucks. he's quiet while jason confesses all of it, not even tapping his arm or shuffling.
he does not want people's backstories but he's also not that big of an asshole to make fun of them. still; ]
... Your mentor's a dumbass. [ it's an important note. cloud thinks batman is the stupidest thing alive because superheroes would not last one second on ff7r's crapsack world. imagine trying to NOT kill people in there. ] There's nothing to gain with keeping guys like that alive. They'll just keep going until someone stops them for good.
[ is sephiroth the joker? he thinks sephiroth is kind of the joker. he does not know the joker by name but a psycho who kills people is very sephiroth-kin. he sighs and shuffles a bit, leaning back. ]
... Any luck that confession loosened things up on your end?
[ he still does not want to play forgive me father ]
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The, like, relief? makes him bark a sharp, humorless laugh. Yeah, he knows this. Yeah, he agrees. Bruce is a dumbass. It's just kind of refreshing to hear someone else who doesn't take his side, too. Who knows he's sore about it and tries to toe the lien between scolding him and not making him mad.]
You're preaching to the choir.
[Sephiroth is probably the Joker. They're related. Cousins.
The box on his side shifts as he moves. He doesn't think the door will open so easily, so he gives it a milder kick again, and he is shocked to find it swings open.] Shit. [There he goes, he starts crawling out.] See ya, sucker.
[Just kidding.
He eases back in to glance through the grate to Cloud's side.]
Yours open?
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nope, it's stuck. ]
Looks like this isn't a two for one deal on sin sharing. [ shit. he kind of sighs ] ... I've done a lot of shitty things. Can't really tell what counts as the biggest bad decision of them all.
[ aerith isn't dead yet for him to guilt over, so he takes a few seconds. ]
I joined the army as a kid. About fourteen. Had some delusions it'd make me a hero. I went up all the way to the highest rank in about two years. SOLDIER, First Class. [ part of this is on his profile, so it's fine? ] ... I went on a mission with someone I thought was a friend, back to my hometown. The guy was a real war hero. Being like him was the whole reason I joined in the first place.
[ ... ]
Something happened. Or maybe he was always like that, I don't know. I guess I didn't know him as well as I thought I did. He snapped. By the time I caught up to him, he'd managed to burn down the entire town and kill almost everyone in it. I thought I'd stopped him then, but... he's showed back up again. Crazier and more powerful than ever. Talking about changing fate.
[ cloud kind of shrugs. it's not like jason can even see him, but he does not entirely understand how the planet, sephiroth and his own group align right now. he just knows! sephiroth bad!!! ]
... I don't know if he's my sin, or my ghost. But either way, everyone he's hurt since-- if I'd done the job right first try, they'd be okay. And back then... some hero. I didn't manage to save anyone. Damage was done.
[ ... there's a pause. ]
Think that counts as confession enough?
[ there's something maybe a little funny that jason's sin is killing people and cloud's sin is not killing one guy, actually, thinking about it. it's fine cloud can talk up avalanche being responsible for so many dead people instead, rip ]
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Next time, Cloudy.]
What, he couldn't handle the fame?
[He's so stupid.]
Sounds like you and I both have two shit-stains who need to be wiped off the map. [They just take turns killing the Joker and Sephiroth after this.] Hey. Everyone always has their should'ves. If you've got a chance to keep going, that's all you can do.
[It looks like he juts his chin at the door on Cloud's side.]
Try it and see. Don't forget to say, "Open sesame."
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[ found out he was an alien, couldn't handle the fame, same difference. he understands it's jason sort of trying to be comforting, but all cloud does is hum a bit. ]
No stopping this train we're on. [ pensive. it doesn't quite fit the context, but yeah, they keep going. something about legacies itches in his brain but it doesn't make sense so he ignores it. ] What's with you and the dumb quotes?
[ first daddy i have sinned, now this!! either way he kicks open the door probably more meanly than necessary. it kind of breaks open.
oops. ]
Let's get the hell out of here.
[ he has to awkwardly crouch to get the sword through too, which ruins his exit. i love how uselessly big the buster sword is for this. ]
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[But it's fine, he's already also going. He does not have a big ass sword, so he gets out easier than Cloud. Hope the running gag continues to be Cloud ends up in places the sword doesn't help. Like the time Kyuu put us in the Bat Gameshow and they couldn't punch anything.
They end up back in the hallway where they started which isn't the relief most people think it would be. He sort of mildly checks over himself while waiting for Cloud to... pop back out too.]
And here I thought we'd come out inside Chuck E. Cheese.
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cloud gets out and pats himself to shake off some of the wood dust from destroying a door, looking around. ]
No idea what that is. [ he's judging the jokes because he does not get them, but don't worry. he has his own bad jokes. ] This thing's beginning to seem like less of a hallway and more like a hellway.
[ ... yeah ]
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[He gets Cloud would never have the chance for that because they come from different worlds, but it’s fine. HIS JOKE!
And Cloud’s joke…]
Boo. [He glances down the hallway.] Up for another one, or are you calling it quits?
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[ it's a joke! it's a fun joke. he's so funny. anyway ]
I'm at one and you're at two. Wouldn't do for me to quit before you did. [ he cracks his neck. don't be competitive over this. you IDIOTS. ] Ready when you are.
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[CAN HE GO HALF AN HOUR WITHOUT BRINGING UP THE FACT HE HAS DIED?
No. It’s too late. They are now making this a competition because he isn’t giving up until Cloud gives up.] Right this way! [He starts down the hall to the next door in line.] We’ll see what’s behind door…number three!
[He opens it.
rng us a door zia hope it’s stupid]
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rng gave me #14, so i guess we are going into a hall of mirrors. here they are. in the carnival section of the horror movie. ]
Yeah, this isn't going to end well. [ one half of the room is clouds! the other is jasons! which evil doppleganger will attempt to kill the other FIRST. ] See the door anywhere?
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[WHY IS IT THE MIRROR ROOM!!! He's cool as long as he doesn't see a fucking clown behind him anywhere. (The joke is he is a fucking clown.)
At first, he doesn't really move. He's going to have to make sure he doesn't run into the mirrors.] No, I can't see anything but multiples of your damn blonde head. [He reaches out, despising how uncoordinated this makes him feel.
He touches the glass, feels down along it as he moves so he doesn't smash his face.]
I'm not kidding. I'm giving this hotel the worst possible review.
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[ this is cloud agreeing that he hates seeing so many reflections. he is even willing to let the joke about his blond head slide. jason is reaching out with his hand and cloud is kicking at the floor slightly before making steps.
so that he can have one hand on the buster sword's handle, even if he can't actually take it out without potentially skewering jason. sorry the sword is too big again!! woops!!! ]
Forget the review. I'm not leaving this place standing if this is how things start.
[ lightly kicks a mirror that goes BONK, so he has to try and. veer? god this sucks. he is being triggered and he doesn't even know why. ]
... You feeling watched, too?
[ he is aware that sounds stupid in a mirror room. but. look. ]
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I mean, I'm in a funhouse full of mirrors with about twenty mes and twenty yous. It's hard not to feel watched.
[He runs into a mirrored section with his hands and has to re-adjust for a second. It... He can. Now. The hair on the back of his neck stands up on its own. Reluctantly:]
...I feel it. Watch your back.
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or just of two idiots. cloud grunts in acknowledgement, looking at all the reflections warily. he's walked far enough that when he turns he. hm. ]
... You anywhere near me right now?
[ he does not explain this question ]
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He's there, too. His reflections, seeming like he's standing near Cloud. But his head turns slowly, and it startles him so bad out of reflex, he hisses,] Shit! [and throws himself backward.
He hits the corner edge of a few mirrors before bouncing off and directly into actual Cloud.]
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[ well, Jason finds out and promptly drops into Cloud, which, like. Dudes heavy and he is not expecting it, so they both go tumbling back into a mirror.
Where clouds reflection is slowly leaning over them to reach, which cloud can't do much about because he is covered in Jason. ]
Shit-- break the damn thing, I don't wanna know what happens if it touches us!
[ WHY ARE ALL THE REFLECTIONS MOVING ACTUALLY THIS IS A NIGHTMARE ]
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I really fucking hate this place! [They aren't tangled, but he has to twist a bit to be able to have enough room to maneuver his leg.] Just--give me--a second! Damn!
[The reflections hit the mirrors from the other side with enough force to rattle them, warble everything. They hit it again, and cracks start splintering.]
Alright, enough!
[He kicks the mirror as hard as he can closest to them, shattering it, leaving behind a wall of blackness. He kicks the next one, too, for good measure, shattering it. The shards rain down on top of them as they are suddenly
just dumped right back out into the hallway again on the ground exactly as they are.]
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he's staring around trying to figure out if he was hallucinating again, raising a hand to stare at his arm blankly. well, there's cuts all over them from the mirrors, so probably? it was real?
this is bad for his already frayed sense of reality maybe. ]
... ... You good?
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Gritting his teeth, he shifts and rolls off Cloud, but—using his hands sting? He has gloves?! He hisses and raises his arms so he can jerk one of the gloves off.
GREAT, CUTS?!]
God dammit, what’s the point of gloves if Henry’s House of Hotel Horrors just doesn’t play by any logical rules?
[Ow.]
…I’m good. You? What the fuck was that? I almost want my completely normal game of hunted purgatory murder back.
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hmmm nope he still has cuts. he didn't even break the mirror? this is unfair ]
You say that, and that's the next door we're going into. [ he flexes his hand and gives up, putting the glove back on. extremely sanitary. it's fine. he sits up now that he is Free of jason's heavy body ] I'm alright. ... Kind of glad there were two of us in there. Easier to notice when they started moving wrong.
[ again, his frayed sense of reality etc. he is not sure he would've caught on as fast if it wasn't for the jason reflections. ]
I think these doors might be trying to freak us out.
[ NO KIDDING? ]
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