With a quiet sigh, Joel nods and follows Ellie. It's not sitting well with him that his is, apparently, where he's going to live. What he wanted to do, where he wanted to take Ellie, was back to Tommy's settlement.
Maybe he should've fought with her harder about that, he thinks with a sinking feeling as he approaches the building. When he'd seen how much she'd lit up at those giraffes wandering wild through the streets, the awe in her eyes, the childlike wonder that had broken through the silent prison he'd watched her sink into, it made him truly realise how much he didn't want her to suffer anymore. He wanted to just… scoop the girl up in his arms and tell her it was all gonna be okay, that they could just go back to Tommy's settlement. Have a halfway decent life. Fuck the Fireflies. Fuck trying to save humanity when it don't even deserve to be saved. Ellie deserved to be saved. Shit, it had hit him real damn hard how terrified he was of losing her.
But she'd insisted she wanted to go through with it, and… Well, he should've fought harder with her about that. Then he wouldn't have had to pull her out of the water, he wouldn't have had to--
Fuck. Stop thinking about it.
EA-2B. He spots the number on the door. "Well, I guess this must be it," he says, reaching for the door handle.
He turns it, pushes the door open - and stops in the doorway to survey the inside. "Shit," Joel says softly as he takes a few careful steps inside. "This ain't somethin' you see every day."
Talk about weird. Not just how unusual it is inside, but just the fact that it's a home that isn't overrun with rot and urban decay. Just the fact that it isn't frozen in time, with the final moments of families lives abandoned and forgotten and caked over in layers of filth and dust.
It looks lived in. Like someone else already lives here.
"The, uh," Joel continues, taken aback by how… civilised and normal it all looks, "the guy musta made a mistake. Looks like somebody already lives here."
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Maybe he should've fought with her harder about that, he thinks with a sinking feeling as he approaches the building. When he'd seen how much she'd lit up at those giraffes wandering wild through the streets, the awe in her eyes, the childlike wonder that had broken through the silent prison he'd watched her sink into, it made him truly realise how much he didn't want her to suffer anymore. He wanted to just… scoop the girl up in his arms and tell her it was all gonna be okay, that they could just go back to Tommy's settlement. Have a halfway decent life. Fuck the Fireflies. Fuck trying to save humanity when it don't even deserve to be saved. Ellie deserved to be saved. Shit, it had hit him real damn hard how terrified he was of losing her.
But she'd insisted she wanted to go through with it, and… Well, he should've fought harder with her about that. Then he wouldn't have had to pull her out of the water, he wouldn't have had to--
Fuck. Stop thinking about it.
EA-2B. He spots the number on the door. "Well, I guess this must be it," he says, reaching for the door handle.
He turns it, pushes the door open - and stops in the doorway to survey the inside. "Shit," Joel says softly as he takes a few careful steps inside. "This ain't somethin' you see every day."
Talk about weird. Not just how unusual it is inside, but just the fact that it's a home that isn't overrun with rot and urban decay. Just the fact that it isn't frozen in time, with the final moments of families lives abandoned and forgotten and caked over in layers of filth and dust.
It looks lived in. Like someone else already lives here.
"The, uh," Joel continues, taken aback by how… civilised and normal it all looks, "the guy musta made a mistake. Looks like somebody already lives here."