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"did that place ever look more like a church to you?"

ryan and thomas had decided to meet in the courtyard at night. they both snuck a small bite to eat with them, because why not?

"not like a real church though. like a weird, musty version of a church." thomas says through a mouthful of bread.

ryan stops mid-chew, eyes widened. "yeah...how do you know what a church is?" he asks him. thomas shrugs. "doesn't everyone?" ryan shakes his head slowly in response. "they all think i'm crazy."

thomas' eyebrows raise slightly. "wait, so you're saying nobody else knows what a church is?" "as far as i've found out, i think we're the only ones." ryan answers. they both think for a bit before ryan thinks of another question.

"do you know what those birds are that sometimes hang around here?" "vultures. not sure where they come from though." thomas says. ryan is quiet for a few seconds. "i'm not totally sure about this, but i think they live out there. beyond the walls, i mean." "how do you know?" thomas asks.

"it might sound weird, but i feel like i've been out there before."

thomas' face holds an expression of one who's looking at an idol. he's put down his bread at this point, too enthralled with what he's hearing. "you mean you've escaped??" he asks with excitement.

"wh- escaped?" "yeah yeah like..like that group of people who wear yellow and live in the mountains?" "okay sorry man, you lost me with that one." ryan says with a laugh. thomas laughs in return. "worth a try. i've just always looked up to them i guess, i wanna be one of them."

"you...want to leave the city?" "well, yeah. i don't know how long you've been here, but haven't you noticed that this place kinda sucks?" thomas points out matter-of-factly.

"well yeah but...don't they..do things to people who try to escape?" "do they?" "i don't know...i don't know. it's just...something i feel like i've seen before."

thomas looks at him, raising his eyebrow. "what do you mean?" ryan shrugs a little. "it's just something i remember seeing. kinda like a memory, but super distant. i have more, it's just...they don't make sense."

"don't make sense in what way?" thomas inquires. "i don't know, it's weird...i have these vague memories, and i feel like they're things i've done before...but i'm not sure, they feel more like dreams than anything." he explains.

thomas nods knowingly. "yeah, i have 'em too, but it just kinda feels like a continued life. because they're all from here. this...prison."

the two of them sit and finish their scraps of food, letting a few more minutes of thought-filled silence go by.

all of a sudden thomas speaks up. "meet me back here in two days. same time. don't be late." he says, his eyes holding a slight mischievous look to them.

ryan quirks an eyebrow at him. "what are you gonna do?" thomas hops off the rock they were sitting on. "right now? plan." "plan for what?"

"you'll find out soon, it's gonna be great!" thomas calls back as he heads to his quarters. ryan stands up and shakes his head. "i've got a bad feeling about this." he remarks to himself as he goes back to his room.

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