They both knew that the humans could not see. They understood well how the vision of their targets functioned. There was very little light at all to reflect off of any surface in the library.

Pyramid Head stood next to the table, looking down to his side at the Marked Man, who had pulled up a seat to the wooden surface. Their whole plan consisted of Invidia as the focal point, though Punitor did not mind. He wasn't about to be the one to sit down and chat with the humans. The monster knew, however, that the Marked Man did not enjoy the amount of having to interact and socialize. Yet, he had himself to blame - he was the one who formed the plan.

Invidia accepted the small burden stoically.

Folding his hands, he rested them on the table, staring through the darkness at James and Dante. His own eyes pierced through the pitch black surroundings well, as he himself was a creature of the darkness.

He watched with slight curiosity as the two men found each other in the dark, holding onto each other's arms. It was as if they were expecting something.

"Dante, why have you come here?" he eventually asked, finally growing tired of watching the two men prepare themselves for death.

"H-huh...? I... I'm not sure..." Dante answered, keeping the answer much more shallow than he had with James earlier.

"... what did you leave behind?"

"...? A, uh... some friends, my parents... college..." he meekly answered. He could barely guess why his greatest fear was asking him this. He knew not to ask why, since he had previously agreed to answer anything. It was upon this answer that he slowly came to reflect upon his life, and everything leading up to when he came to Silent Hill.

"College?" the Marked Man echoed, pressing for a more detailed answer.

"... y-yes. Medical school, for nursing."

"You had no significant other?"

"... no," Dante hesitantly answered, raising an eyebrow. He didn't know why the "fears" wanted to know anything about his personal life, really. He leaned back, biting his lip softly in worry and thought, hand on James' arm unconsciously tightening.

James noted the obvious discomfort Dante was experiencing, and shared that concern as well. He also shared the exact same thoughts as Dante, and silently wished that he could somehow reassure the man under scrutiny. However, he was interrupted from his thoughts.

"James."

The blonde man's head immediately snapped in the direction of the Marked Man's voice, his own grip momentarily tightening on Dante's arm. "You had a wife, Mary. What was she like before her illness?" the Marked Man then asked him.

James' mind panicked. How did he know that! Why was he asking! Mary wasn't to be brought up!

The man paused for an agonizingly long moment, sorting through the sudden gush of thoughts.

" She was... perfect." Yes, that was the only word he could describe her as. He came to the bitter realization that he had failed her as her husband. Bitter memories came swelling to the surface of his mind, but he swallowed hard, shoving those memories back to sort through later.

"What defines a human as perfect? What causes your perception of her to be so?"

"... she... she was the sweetest woman ever. Her appearance was flawless to me, and..." James bit his lip, choking back the tears welling in his eyes. He didn't want to go any further, still quite bitter that she was dead, even though it had been years. Dante's hand tightened on James' arm for support.

James took a breath, refusing to say anything more.

He looked up just as a small tear rolled down his cheek to cut through the dirt and blood, finding that the world around them was beginning to brighten. Pyramid Head slid Dante's missing flashlight across the table after having flipped the switch. The two monsters now both stood side by side, the Marked Man wearing a crooked smirk and Pyramid Head crossing his arms.

Sirens were heard in the distance, causing James and Dante to both stand. They looked around, watching as the library seemed to lift. Any of the transformations that only came with the Otherworld all rose into the air, fading from view. Pyramid Head uncrossed his arms and began to make a hollow sound, not unlike a laugh, as they two monsters also disappeared from view, as if pieces of them being ripped like paper and tossed into the air.

Dante blinked hard, looking over at James, giving the man's arm one last reassuring squeeze. He tried to smile as vague light now poured in through the library windows. The fog had not yet filtered into the building, leaving it surprisingly clear of clutter and destruction that was usual of Silent Hill. Dante now fully looked James in the eye, still wearing the small, hopeful smile. He saw the line down the blonde's face that his tear had carved.

"James... will you be all right?" he asked quietly, in a soft tone. He didn't know much about Mary, except that she had died.

The older male let his arm drop from Dante's, wiping the moisture from his eyes, smearing dirt a bit more.

"Yeah... I'll be fine... thanks..." he replied quietly. Suddenly, he felt drained and empty, even more so than he did earlier. Dante had James sit down again as he leaned across the preserved, though dusty table, grabbing his flashlight and sliding over a book that was left open where the Marked Man was standing. Turning off the flashlight, he sat and began to inspect the book.

It was open on a page about morals in culture and society, or something. He only scanned the page. Dante flipped to the cover: Active Society by Amitai Etzioni. Raising an eyebrow, he merely grabbed the book to take with him. What in the world was the Marked Man doing reading about sociology?

It was obvious to Dante that the Marked Man was a well-read... "fear". He had quoted the Bible, various fairytales, and a bit about anatomy to him. Was there much more to him than he was giving credit for?

James had finally seemed to recover, now also eyeing the book.

"What is that?" he asked, leaning over a bit to better see the cover. Dante held it out for the man to read, shrugging.

"I think the Marked Man was reading it," the younger male replied, now beginning to survey the library. Sure, he had seen bigger ones, but this one wasn't that bad. It was well-off, though crowded due to the large amount of books in a relatively small building. He let James study the book as he rose, starting to wander through the shelves. Most of the books were misplaced, and some were even missing their binding. Dante carefully ran his fingers over some of the loose pages floating about, as if a few books had merely been scattered throughout. Studying the previous dark stain of the wooden shelves, he then smiled slightly, finding that he would've liked this library if everything was normal. Here, he felt in his element. He paused to peruse a book - he wasn't even sure what he was reading - then heard James quietly approach him.

The man simply looked over his shoulder quickly to see if what he was reading was of any interest, then drifted off into another aisle.

He called out, " Do you think that the Marked Man has gone through most of these books? He seems... well, actually very intelligent."

Dante did not look up from his book.

"Yeah. Most likely. Earlier, he was quoting some fairytales and the Bible to me, and was trying to whittle a woman without actually ever having seen one."

"... huh. That's interesting..." James trailed, his voice dropping as his eyes stumbled upon a large box. "Hey, Dante, come check this out!"

The raven-haired male came over, letting James open the box, which surprisingly wasn't locked. It was full of various, and random items. But they were all in terrible condition - as if reminiscent of the Otherworld. The stunned and confused blonde pulled out some random shirt, an iron, a telephone, a candlebra, a small snare drum, and other seemingly random items. "What the...?" he mumbled, wiping the dirt/rust/grime from his hands onto his already dirty jeans. It wouldn't make much of a difference, he figured.

"... what is all of this?" Dante asked, mostly to himself, as James just looked up at him over his shoulder, shrugging. He dug around in the box a little more, finding absolutely nothing of significance. They were both well-aware of the many puzzles they encountered throughout Silent Hill, and were hoping this was something to get them closer to James' goal, but the box and its items seemed utterly useless. James began putting all of the random items back into the box, shutting the lid.

"It's almost like a collection," he commented absent-mindedly. Dante's green eyes widened as his gears in his mind slowly began turning, working on a theory. Meanwhile, James stood, clearing his throat. "Look, I have a first-aid kit. Let's go take care of some of those wounds you got," he then said, leading Dante away. They sat at one of the tables within the library, feeling quite safe there. Since there was no fog, there was no chance of any monsters.

James broke out a first-aid kit (one he had found in the very library) and began to clean some of Dante's wounds for him, who really didn't seem to mind or care, despite being the medical student. He simply stared into space as he worked upon his strange theory, but winced when the large scrape on his head met some alcohol swabs. James hesitated, noting the wince, and then continued along, though a bit more gently.

"You all right? You seem tired," he mentioned to Dante.

"Hmm? Oh, no. It's - I'm fine. I was just thinking..." the younger man replied, blinking. He paused for a moment, then continued, "You know, I'm actually feeling a bit tired after all. You think it'd be good to crash here?"

"Yeah, it should be fine. I'm not that tired - you should sleep. I'll keep watch just in case."

Dante nodded, then stretched across some chairs, back to James as he attempted to sleep. He had many thoughts swirling in his mind, mostly related to the events that just occurred. But he then heard James shift in his seat and quietly sigh, then smiled. They way James was acting - it was like he was feeling better, and taking such care of Dante perhaps as a silent thanks for the support earlier. He didn't know - but didn't ponder upon it much longer as he fell into a deep sleep.