Arrival [To put things simply, Claudia does not understand how she can be here. Being a vessel for God’s birth means leaving behind no trace of a body by necessity. Her actions meant that she wouldn’t even be granted a seat in Paradise, but it needed to happen for the sake of the world. She has no idea what happened afterwards.
She also has no idea what to make of the current situation. A mission? Home base?
She’d made peace with oblivion. What is she to think of all of this?]
What’s going on?
[It’s said out loud to herself, instead of to anyone who might be passing by.]
Casino Royal (17) [She’s never stepped foot inside of a casino. Claudia has barely had a reason to step outside of Silent Hill unless absolutely necessary. So she has no idea what to make of the location, or to think about what might or might not be something ordinary for a casino. So spinning a wheel before she’s allowed entrance?
Sure, that might as well be a reasonable thing to ask for. Though, she supposes, non-believers tend to ask for money first and foremost. But there might be some sort of price to pay.]
Am I really meant to be here?
[Again, it’s not a question asked to anyone in particular, and she becomes transfixed by what looks to be a loose thread sticking out of the back of her hand. Like it’s a stitch she’s forgotten about.]
Claudia Wolf | Silent Hill 3
[To put things simply, Claudia does not understand how she can be here. Being a vessel for God’s birth means leaving behind no trace of a body by necessity. Her actions meant that she wouldn’t even be granted a seat in Paradise, but it needed to happen for the sake of the world. She has no idea what happened afterwards.
She also has no idea what to make of the current situation. A mission? Home base?
She’d made peace with oblivion. What is she to think of all of this?]
What’s going on?
[It’s said out loud to herself, instead of to anyone who might be passing by.]
Casino Royal (17)
[She’s never stepped foot inside of a casino. Claudia has barely had a reason to step outside of Silent Hill unless absolutely necessary. So she has no idea what to make of the location, or to think about what might or might not be something ordinary for a casino. So spinning a wheel before she’s allowed entrance?
Sure, that might as well be a reasonable thing to ask for. Though, she supposes, non-believers tend to ask for money first and foremost. But there might be some sort of price to pay.]
Am I really meant to be here?
[Again, it’s not a question asked to anyone in particular, and she becomes transfixed by what looks to be a loose thread sticking out of the back of her hand. Like it’s a stitch she’s forgotten about.]
How curious.
Wildcard
[For anything else!]