“It just... happens.” It's an inadequate response, but a true one. Who knows how this works. Lee is lucky; she found someone almost completely on her wavelength. They're so similar in so many ways it's frightening, even down to the terrible dank noise inside each of them — Michael with his trauma, Lee with her madness.
Speaking of madness, she's becoming convinced they're being watched right now. It makes her itchy. She'd like to go back inside but they've got to finish this first, it wouldn't be right otherwise.
“I don't know what to tell you. I think there is something inside people's souls, like a hand reaching out for another hand to hold. And the ones that fit are attached to the strangest people.”