[SE] it's a mud, mud world

JUST STARING AT THE SUNRISE
ABOVE THIS HOLLOW TOWN
BEEN CHASING EMPTY MEMORIES
THE KIND THAT'S KEEPING YOU DOWN

"Just copied mine?" he repeats with pointed stress on her choice of word. "Oh, yeah, no big deal," he scoffs with an amused shake of his head. "Mel, that's fucking cool! What else can you copy?! Anything?" His 'brows rise in the wonder of it, but with only lightning as his other option, he glances sidelong at her. "You wanna zap some mud?" he wonders, one hand already in his pocket, ready to reach for static if she felt like owning the element that had once done the opposite.

He can only agree with her sentiments, some of his prior bravado having been beaten back with evidence and proof of what facing a monster directly could do. "Yeah, that's why I've been working on my fire. I feel like it's close to reaching further." He can practically taste the way it swells in his veins now, potency about to be unlocked further.

He glances around as the sound of applause rises, and Goose likewise pauses, muddy body frozen in confusion. "The fuck was that? Didn't you hear that?" she's acting like nothing had occurred, but Goose's reaction is proving he's not insane, they both heard it. Shaking it off with a suspicious glance narrowing this way and that every so often, relenting to the final task at hand now—cleaning themselves. "There's gotta be water around here somewhere," he reasons, gesturing at all the plant life. "Orrr, I cover Goose's eyes and you blast us all with water." Not as fun as sinking into a pond with her, but they did need to get clean to get back aboard.

THIS SENSE OF INDECISION
AIN'T WHAT WE HAD IN MIND
THE DREAM THAT I ENVISIONED
I AM STILL HOPING TO FIND