Further tears strolled from Melisande's eyes before she nodded with a face scrunched from holding back tears, accepting his hand before standing.
"Alright," he nodded in return with a smile, "Let's get out of here."
"...Is that even possible, though? I've looked everywhere, but all I've found are monsters…" Melisande asked.
Now that they were standing together, her height was clear; the silver-haired girl was roughly a whole head shorter than the blonde-and-black haired boy.
"It is. Joel taught me how to maneuver through this place: we have to find a doorway," he told her.
"A doorway? Here?" Melisande asked.
Emilio nodded, beginning to walk slowly into the wetlands with Melisande following, "--There's always a doorway. It's the one, absolute truth in these twisted realities. If we find a door…"
"...We can escape?" Melisande interrupted.
