[ Ganymede's holding on tightly to the hand—not realizing it, perhaps subconsciously. But he refuses to close his eyes; not like he's looking directly at their surroundings. Just having his gaze aimed towards the floor out of some remaining bit of stubbornness to reclaim ... something, over all of that.
He only catches towards the floor of the area, alongside flickers of the bottoms of mirrors, but nothing more than that. ]
Your eyes aren't closed. But, where are you looking?
[ At the mirrors still? He has to ask. He'd still need to be gazing ahead, wouldn't he? Potentially able to glimpse more images of his life. Moments of his kidnapping.
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He only catches towards the floor of the area, alongside flickers of the bottoms of mirrors, but nothing more than that. ]
Your eyes aren't closed. But, where are you looking?
[ At the mirrors still? He has to ask. He'd still need to be gazing ahead, wouldn't he? Potentially able to glimpse more images of his life. Moments of his kidnapping.
...Or, even, his own. ]