Flora: Why is this place so creepy? [cringes] … and filthy for that matter.

Pantomime: The best illusions are created from memory.

Flora: This… is your memory? 

Pantomime: It’s the house I grew up in.

Flora: Gross. I’m sorry you had to live like this.

Pantomime: Don’t be stupid. It wasn’t always like this. This was after… everything. It helps remind me of the price I paid for leaving them all behind.

Flora: That’s… depressing.

Pantomime: The world’s depressing, Flora.