Re: Catacombs
Bran knew that Lotte had to realize it was him, that he was Erik, and now she would warn everyone in the building. He was dangerous, that was no secret - he'd tortured a woman all on his own - but now everyone would be that much more careful. Things were not going to be easy from now on, but he refused to give in to panic and tried to keep calm. This would have happened eventually, and Erik hadn't hurt her; so maybe she wouldn't hate him. She had to know he wouldn't hurt her either, didn't she? Didn't she?
He couldn't think with her so close, and he instinctively moved away when she stood. Of course - Erik would have wanted to keep her here, but he wasn't Erik. He hadn't designed a series of tunnels and labyrinths in the walls of this building to suit his needs; he didn't command a salary from the managers and keep everyone else on their toes with myths of the Opera Ghost. He nodded, even though the movement was minimal. It was true, she shouldn't be here... not yet, at least.
"You can go back to your apartment, yes." Bran hesitated. "I can get you out of here, but the lobby is as far as I'll take you." He wasn't going to have her follow him to see where he lived. He glanced at the lit candle, a hand darting out to pick it up before he turned his face away again. "You can follow the light," he added, already moving out of the room.