Well, she couldn't please everyone with her answers. Dorcas was generally an honest person and honestly, she didn't deal much with people. It was only the strange comfort that came with being with Charlie... Like maybe they were distant family or something.
Occasionally, she snapped a picture of the art on the wall but it didn't interest her so much as the altar did. Pieces of the friezes made her want to laugh or break them or paint over them with crayons. Like maybe they were the lies people told to make themselves look better. And Dorcas... Dorcas knew the truth somewhere. It felt like she had all the secrets of the universe bouncing around in her head somewhere that she just couldn't touch.
Charlie reached the altar before she did. Dorcas was going at a more leisurely pace. It wasn't going anywhere, was it? She watched Charlie and sidled up to her to peer at the golden apple but she didn't want it. Slowly, she turned to look at the items. Though it was an afterthought, she took a picture of the altar, of the golden apple. Her main concern was a set of two figures.
One was a man who appeared to be in a frenzy and the other was a boy with a ram's head. Their names were somewhere in the back of her mind, wriggling like worms. One half of her mouth went up in an empty smile before the figure of the boy slipped out of her hand and broke on the floor. She wasn't particularly heartbroken. "I'm not sure I like this place anymore," she said softly, voice wavering with indecision. "There are icy fingers in my brain and they're tearing me apart." Wait, what?