He wrapped his other arm around her, turning so he was facing her completely. “It wasn’t, it was voice’s. And even if you played a part in it affecting me, I don’t care, ok? It just means we have a better chance at figuring it out together.”
He tilted her chin up towards him, looking into her eyes. “It isn’t your fault, ok?”
An old lady’s chihuahua began growling somewhere on the train.
“Quiet down, my child.”
“Yeah, of course.”
He was silent for a second, then, “It was the voice. It was laughing, and I knew something bad was coming. That was it.”
He shrugged.
”I don’t think anything bad is on this train though.”
Eventually, his exhaustion caught up to him and he fell asleep.
He dreamed, as demigods usually did. All he heard was laughter, the same laughter of the voice.
Edgar began twitching in his sleep.
“My dog…” he grew a little sad, thinking about him. He hadn’t seen the little sheepdog for a while, and when he did it was always quick visits.
“What’s your favorite kind of animal?”
“Yeah, they would. Just don’t try to pet the goats. And watch out for snakes.”
She seemed very excited about sheep. They weren’t that special, were they? Maybe she just liked unimportant, uninteresting things. Like him.
He laughed. “You’re going to like my house if you ever come by.” He snuggled a little closer to her, just as fascinated by her as she was by the animals.
He sighed. “How about you walk for a little bit, then I carry you again?” He reached over and grabbed her hand. “I don’t want you to hurt more than you already are.”