"What did he do to the other people?" Wolfgang asks. Ordinarily he would ease into this slower because he can tell she doesn't want to talk about it, but -- he can't shake the feeling that they don't have much time, especially now that they're in 'the bad man's' territory.

The little girl toes the ground, although nothing she appears to touch is disturbed. "He put the holes in and makes them go inside, and when they come back up, they look..." She looks away from them and shrugs. "And he put the people in the mirrors."

Wolfgang half-turns in the direction they just came from, reaching mentally -- but nothing's there. Either they're too far out of his range (he doubts it; he hasn't pushed his limits, but Baedal is not that big, even metaphysically speaking) or there's nothing left of their minds to hear.

"He came to the city a long time ago, but he wasn't nice like most people are. I don't know how come the gods brought him."

They might not have. He keeps that thought to himself. "They probably didn't know," he says instead, thinking she might rather believe that her gods made a mistake out of ignorance than out of malice or apathy, or that something trapped in here with them is cleverer or more powerful than they are.

Sabrina twists her braid around her hand. "He came to the park a long time ago and he made all the rides go bad. Everyone got scared and ran away. I couldn't find..." She trails off again, her hand pressing into her side like something there hurts her -- looking at it, he sees that it's a hole, as if something pierced her abdomen. He made all the rides go bad. Wolfgang can guess how she must have died.

"Now he's hiding and no one believes he's here anymore. No one listened to me." She turns her eyes towards them, like but you believe me, right?

Wolfgang glances at Lea. "We're listening."