[the quiet seems to suit Chrollo, who occasionally glances to his companion but otherwise seems content on the walk. he knows where to go, he knows Hisoka won't fall behind. once they're there, he steers them to a bench off to the side - unobtrusive, a place to simply be, but a place where they can see everything else that happens at the same time.]

Sometimes it's suffocating to breathe the inside air all the time.

[this is dropped as they sit, an observation neatly thrown out.]

The walls get closer and it's like you can push a bit further and see the edge of going crazy. Not tipping over it, but understanding where it is. I wonder...

[Chrollo trails off, looking somewhere in the middle distance. his mind keeps going, it always does. wrapped up in his own chain of ideas.]