[At this point, Wolfwood isn't really capable of holding a conversation. He's caught up in the music and- in turn- the pictures the music is weaving for him. Arturia is playing him like a fiddle, so to speak, and he's fallen for it completely and utterly.
Is the climb impossible? Is there no way for him to reach the top?
...no. It isn't. At least, he doesn't want it to be, he thinks as he turns his face against the rug, which has shifted back into that tiny cell with seemingly no way out. Arturia will see another flash of a memory, of Wolfwood stealing as many vials as he can carry and attempting to escape the facility, jumping towards a window...only to be thrown back down at the last moment.
But that is at least fleeting, as he thinks about Vash. And Livio. ...and even more faces from the Grove appear in turn, whether he wills it or not. Gnosis. Mizuki. Even Elsword...
He closes his eyes, exhaling on another mournful sound, but the music has no longer got him in a death grip of despair. If anything, it's...more soothing, now.]
TBH
Is the climb impossible? Is there no way for him to reach the top?
...no. It isn't. At least, he doesn't want it to be, he thinks as he turns his face against the rug, which has shifted back into that tiny cell with seemingly no way out. Arturia will see another flash of a memory, of Wolfwood stealing as many vials as he can carry and attempting to escape the facility, jumping towards a window...only to be thrown back down at the last moment.
But that is at least fleeting, as he thinks about Vash. And Livio. ...and even more faces from the Grove appear in turn, whether he wills it or not. Gnosis. Mizuki. Even Elsword...
He closes his eyes, exhaling on another mournful sound, but the music has no longer got him in a death grip of despair. If anything, it's...more soothing, now.]