[Donnie's shaking his head at Accelerator's question, which he mostly takes as rhetorical. His own response is vague; now's not the time, nothing good, he has no idea- fill in the blank--
Leo makes eye contact and that's one load off of Donnie's chest. It's a small comfort, quickly swallowed by the confirmation of just where they are, and it shows on his face.
He steals a look around, looking for signs of what Leo had imprisoned here, even as he tries to hang onto sensible theories. This isn't that place, it can't be that place-
Can it?]
It doesn't make sense.
[Donnie looks back at Leo and Accelerator. Voicing his reasoning, that should help things.]
This can't really be it. There's...got to be some kind of trick to it. I mean, why would a recycling center of all places have access to a prison dimension? And more specifically, this one?
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Leo makes eye contact and that's one load off of Donnie's chest. It's a small comfort, quickly swallowed by the confirmation of just where they are, and it shows on his face.
He steals a look around, looking for signs of what Leo had imprisoned here, even as he tries to hang onto sensible theories. This isn't that place, it can't be that place-
Can it?]
It doesn't make sense.
[Donnie looks back at Leo and Accelerator. Voicing his reasoning, that should help things.]
This can't really be it. There's...got to be some kind of trick to it. I mean, why would a recycling center of all places have access to a prison dimension? And more specifically, this one?