"They don't think I'm a liar, they simply can't comprehend the supernatural," he points out. "You know how much I took to be talked around on even some of the simplest matters of its existence, and you're literally a voice in my head."

He sighs, squeezing John's hand gently in his own. It was strange, having him be tangible. The fact that he comes across as so young here is going to be difficult for him to keep in mind.

"For most of them, their first real experience with it is whatever this place inflicts upon us."