They began to run.
They moved silently through the labyrinthine corridors of the prison. Filch led the way with an unerring sense of direction, taking turns without hesitation. Ishiki followed, his heart pounding hardly with each passing second not because of running, but from a lingering, cold dread that sat in the pit of his heart and mind.
'Is this real?'
The thought gnawed at him ever since he met Filch... Isn't this too much of an coincidence? Ishiki just couldn't shake the hesitant feeling.
After days of empathizing with people here and then finding out that they are nothing but dead, after questioning the reality of his own mother... how could he trust this?
From his perspective... Filch felt real. He moved with that distinctive, fluid and easy grace too and he even talked the same way.
But Carver had felt real too, didn't he? He had distinctions too and he had memories too.
