[ There's a slight nod when she mentions the thing about belief. It's the same thing Bigby has been thinking about a lot when it comes to the Darkwalker, unable to not compare that being to the way they as Fables work. There's no guarantee it's the same thing, but.. well, Snow understands it better than anyone else would, and he knows it. Belief is what powers them. It's what could power the Darkwalker too, the violence allowing it to have a deathly grip on this community.
For all the bad and worry that having her in this place summons, there's something nice in having someone around who understands him so instinctively. Someone he doesn't have to explain all of this to, especially when they'd only understand it in a theoretical sense, not in the lived sense that he and her share.
His frown grows a little though when she speaks up again after that. ]
No, it's gone again for now. There's periods between its appearances. First time it showed up was in a dream we had, a few months ago. Then two months ago it killed a woman. And now-- [ There's the relief that it wasn't Snow, but-- what if it was someone else he knows? He's grown so familiar with this community over his stay. ] -- now there are more people dead somewhere in town, I imagine.
[ The news will reach them soon, he figures. Especially since they're at the community hall. Someone will announce the casualities soon.
His heart feels heavy. It's reflected in his eyes, even if his body language is still tougher than that, knowing he has to be tough right now, regardless of everything else. ]
You know when it's around, because it spreads that feeling every single time. Like it's hard to even move. [ Bigby inhales. ] Are you sure you're fine, Snow? I..
[ He falters a little in his words, then continues. ]
I know you're tough. But I know how awful that feeling is. It makes you think of the worst shit possible. [ And if it even can affect Bigby, when he can't even recall the last time he felt truly afraid other than that moment he saw what he thought was Snow's decapitated head on the doorsteps of the Woodlands-- Then it must be an even shittier feeling to everyone else. To her, too. ]
cw: mention of decapitation in narration
For all the bad and worry that having her in this place summons, there's something nice in having someone around who understands him so instinctively. Someone he doesn't have to explain all of this to, especially when they'd only understand it in a theoretical sense, not in the lived sense that he and her share.
His frown grows a little though when she speaks up again after that. ]
No, it's gone again for now. There's periods between its appearances. First time it showed up was in a dream we had, a few months ago. Then two months ago it killed a woman. And now-- [ There's the relief that it wasn't Snow, but-- what if it was someone else he knows? He's grown so familiar with this community over his stay. ] -- now there are more people dead somewhere in town, I imagine.
[ The news will reach them soon, he figures. Especially since they're at the community hall. Someone will announce the casualities soon.
His heart feels heavy. It's reflected in his eyes, even if his body language is still tougher than that, knowing he has to be tough right now, regardless of everything else. ]
You know when it's around, because it spreads that feeling every single time. Like it's hard to even move. [ Bigby inhales. ] Are you sure you're fine, Snow? I..
[ He falters a little in his words, then continues. ]
I know you're tough. But I know how awful that feeling is. It makes you think of the worst shit possible. [ And if it even can affect Bigby, when he can't even recall the last time he felt truly afraid other than that moment he saw what he thought was Snow's decapitated head on the doorsteps of the Woodlands-- Then it must be an even shittier feeling to everyone else. To her, too. ]