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Fill your void

Introspection - Full Image

When I go for long walks or sit out on my porch at night for a while with nothing to distract me, it feels like my mind is able to sort through all the extraneous thoughts and mental noise I’ve accumulated and just kind of… let it go. It’s something I don’t do often enough.

She walks through the left door to go to the Meeting Room.

"Most of us don’t know what this place is. I think of it like a forest, or a maze. It’s repetitive and it’s difficult to find your way out… well, for some people, like me.

”… . The only people I’ve ever known is my family…But my dad makes me feel useless…" He says in a low tone, taking her hand and gently shaking it. He wasn’t sure if he agreed with her words. He thought that it would be better to make his self useful, instead of becoming useful to somebody else. 

That actually sounded like a good idea. Dean wanted to find who he was, maybe he could find a way to be reborn. Instead of continuing to live the exhausting lifestyle he leads. But then again, it’ll probably be too hard for him to leave his family. He still felt stuck. “Thanks…I’ll take your advice into consideration." He says.

"It's not too difficult."  She holds her hand out to shake, thin fingers slightly curved to embrace his own.  "You just...walk far, far away from anyone who's ever known you.  And you find someone who will make you useful.  You find a purpose."  Lily is distant, eyes looking through Dean, staring into the distance: then she shakes herself back to the current timeline and smiles.

She’s so strange.

"Of course, Lily," Marlise responds. "I don’t think it’s possible to show you everything about this place. The Office is far too big. I’ll do my best to show you the common places, though.

"We’re on the fourth floor of the building." She points to Door 417, touching a finger on the "4". Around here is the Meeting Room, the Lounge, and the warehouse section."

It was indeed creepy how the girl never seemed to blink. But even so, Dean try not to let it bother him too much. Since he just felt better that somebody was talking to him.

"You stop thinking."  She smiles, giving a nod of the head.  "You leave, you go somewhere else, and let yourself be remade into something useful.  I would know: it's what happened to me."  

A brief sigh.  The girl looks at Dean gently, actually looking at him, not just through him.