[Ken sighs and grabs some water and a nutrition bar. He knows what's in them, but he doesn't have much of a choice at this point. Wandering through the paintings, he tries to ignore the voices, but eventually he just sits down, staring at a gore-filled painting until it doesn't even seem to register as a picture anymore.]
[He knows the voices aren't real. He knows that he has to keep going. But he misses some of those people. It can't be so bad that he can't hear some old friends, right?]
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[He knows the voices aren't real. He knows that he has to keep going. But he misses some of those people. It can't be so bad that he can't hear some old friends, right?]