You're right, it's not yours. It's not mine. It's not anyone's that they bring here but we're still stuck in the middle of it.

( and while nothing has happened yet, matt can sense something's coming. even if he hadn't talked to a few people that have been here longer than him, he can tell that there's a tension in the air that feels heavy.

he doesn't like it. there's a tipping point that this place is balancing on and that can't last.

matt sighs, dropping his own voice so only frank's able to hear. )

I don't expect anything from you. I'm sitting here telling you that if you try to leave, you know where you're going to go? To some other part of this place where this whole thing is still present. You're not going to find a door that just leads you back to your home and your life. I don't need your help, I can take care of myself —

( he doesn't need any scoffing from the peanut gallery, thank you. )

— and I sure as hell know not to expect anything from you. I'm just trying to tell you what this is.