[ sighing, Garry takes a second to put this into words, running a hand through his scruffy hair. It would be the first time he'd actually talked about what had happened at the end then - even he and Ib hadn't really discussed it. ]
Well... Just a little while before I got stuck here, I was stuck somewhere else, you see... A really terrible art gallery. At least, it looked like one. That's where I met Ib. [ he sticks his hands in his pockets. ] The gallery was full of these violent creatures and awful little games and puzzles, but if we wanted to get out, we had to go through them all. But the truth is that there was another little girl there... if you can call her that. She was just a painting like all the other monsters there, really, and she dragged us to her world so that she would have "friends," I think. In the end, though, once we learned her secret, I guess she decided it would be easier just to kill us.
[ it's hard to tell if his vagueness is real uncertainty or an attempt to couch what he did. Either way, it looks like it's his turn to just keep his gaze forward. ] ... And she really would have killed the two of us, right there in that gallery! So -- I had to do it first. To protect Ib, I had to... stop her. I burned her up. And we did get out afterwards.
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Well... Just a little while before I got stuck here, I was stuck somewhere else, you see... A really terrible art gallery. At least, it looked like one. That's where I met Ib. [ he sticks his hands in his pockets. ] The gallery was full of these violent creatures and awful little games and puzzles, but if we wanted to get out, we had to go through them all. But the truth is that there was another little girl there... if you can call her that. She was just a painting like all the other monsters there, really, and she dragged us to her world so that she would have "friends," I think. In the end, though, once we learned her secret, I guess she decided it would be easier just to kill us.
[ it's hard to tell if his vagueness is real uncertainty or an attempt to couch what he did. Either way, it looks like it's his turn to just keep his gaze forward. ] ... And she really would have killed the two of us, right there in that gallery! So -- I had to do it first. To protect Ib, I had to... stop her. I burned her up. And we did get out afterwards.