The room grew uncomfortably silent as Edith got a clear view of his writing. She noticed how Damien described it as a vision rather than a dream. Moreover, this data, data like it was some experiment to be studied and found the answers to. She was pulled out of her trance when he turned to her and mumbled something along the lines of 'doubting it is the presence of God'. But what other presence could it have been, if not for that? An omen? A demon?
Edith was not a spiritual person, her parents never pushed religion on their children, always busy with work and never really stressing the importance of it, just instilling basic principles such as: ''lying is bad, cheating is bad, murder is bad, etc., etc.". However, Edith will always hold a few, scrambled memories from her early childhood; of her grandmother and her spiritual essences, which would have been Edith's only exposure to anything "otherworldly", besides maybe through movies and books. Her grandmother claimed she could speak to the dead and would often tell Edith stories about having premonitions that came true and dreams of which she had transcended into the ''afterlife'', or a spiritual realm of sorts. These stories would scare the daylights out of Edith, and that is why they still are engraved into her memory so well, otherwise, Edith would have blindsided all of it and never thought about it again, wanting absolutely nothing to do with all of that nonsense. She was perfectly content with the life she inhabited now, why dabble with anything more? With all of this talk of presences and feelings and something controlling their lives against their sheer will, it was a bit unnerving, no matter how open-minded Edith tried to be-- the unknown is just downright, scary. She was at least comforted by the fact that Damien was always so practical and logical, despite having such a dutiful family, he had his, more reasonable beliefs, straying a bit far from theirs; but Edith more so just because she was ignorant rather than taking it upon herself to create her credence, she planned on dipping a toe and experimenting with beliefs later in life, hopefully before it was too late and she comes to face judgment day.
Edith appeared to have been chewing on her cheek in thought during all of this without realizing, she frowned after feeling her teeth pierce through the inside of her mouth and began to taste blood trickling onto her tongue. Damien brought up ''blaming herself'' for everything, which she was in fact guilty of doing, it sounded exactly like something that would come straight out of Dr.Ingram's mouth, which made her snicker. To hear Damien say that he did not blame her, and felt no disdain towards her because of what happened, was perhaps everything that she needed to hear, but embarrassing that this guilt had become so much more prominent than tending to Damien and being there for him during this time. She did not want to feel sorry for herself anymore.
"I-I know..I just, you know how I am." She sighed, "I always have something to feel sorry about." She was in thought for a moment. "For a minute there, I really didn't think you fully remembered what happened, I was afraid you would come out of that coma, hating me," Edith admitted, fiddling with her fingers. It was quiet again. She moved closer to the boards to inspect them better.
"Tell me, what is this data you are trying to collect? Do..do you think something more, happened that night?" Edith was trying to piece it all together, what exactly was he on about?