9

Marlowe clenches their teeth, watching the sunlight fade in the reflection on the rippling water. You're not quite sure what's on their mind—but you sense that they just want a few moments with their thoughts.

Eventually, though—and quite suddenly—they stretch their arms over their head, before turning to you and saying:

"I don't think I want to be here anymore. I don't know if you're planning on staying, but if you're not—do you maybe want to walk back with me?"

The streets are quiet as you step out through the front door and start heading back towards the town. You and Marlowe are mostly silent as well; occasionally one of you might say a few words, but it's clear just how much Marlowe is preoccupied.

As you pass the now-locked park gates, however, Marlowe slows down—and then comes to a stop, eyes fixed on the gates' iron letters spelling out "Ambrose Park". After a long pause, they murmur:

"I know I can't do anything about the fact that his name is all over town. I guess I'm gonna have to get used to it, since I'm probably staying in Silvertree for now. I just hope at some point people will remember my parents as much as him."