"Horror, of course it had to be damn horror. We are literally in HELL!" you think to yourself as you sit there in the surrounding darkness of 'hell'. Kinger watches you as he looks unsure, a less distant and crazy look in his eyes as he thinks of what to do. After a while Kinger scoots over to you and pats you on thr shoulder

Kinger: "Hey... How about we relaxe for a bit while nothing is chasing us?"

Kinger says with a tone of worry. His usual high-pitched tone and crazed ramblings seem to have stopped. Kinger gently sits the shotgun down to his side as he sits there next to you

Kinger: "I-It was my fault we wen't down this path... wasn't it? I'm... really sorry for that."

Kinger looks down at the ground in front of you two, his tone sounding serious and... angry. At himself. After a while of silence Kinger lets out a soft sigh

Kinger: "I know how it can feel... In this... Circus. Somtimes it all just feels... ...pointless-"

Kinger gently grips his hand as he closes his eyes, his voice losing that anger and emotion

Kinger: "-But it's not. Not if you have people who care about you... Good memories can do a lot-"

Kinger gently looks over at you and he softly squeezes your shoulder

Kinger: "Hold onto them. A-And cherish the people around you. You'll never know when they'll be gone..."

Kinger lets go of your shoulder and looks straight ahead

Kinger: "In this world... the worst thing you can do is... Make someone feel like there not wanted or loved."

Kinger finishes his little speech and he falls silent, listening to the soft droplets of water hitting the stone floor around you both. It's peaceful.