"Now do you believe me?" Cloud with a watchful eye looked toward the man, wondering if his psychosis was cured if there would be more fits to come.
"You should be prepared for a world unlike your own. That's all I can tell you. You might be expecting Russia, but you're going to find Red Oak outside these walls. Every man has to find his own way, but the Abigail Winters' Manor is taking in people like us who have just shown up. It's a good start," Cloud explained, only having limited knowledge of this place himself. He hadn't been traveling these streets long and all his advice only came from the feelings he had experienced on his own.
"Are you going to be alright?" He had to ask. This man had shown he was capable of a great psychosis if he chose to give into it. Cloud was concerned to release him into an unfamiliar world, only for him to have another episode. It had happened more than once in their brief encounter. It was reasonable to be afraid.