[She has realised it, she just doesn't want to believe it - but when he apologises, there's no further denying it, and her shoulders slump with the same frustration and disappointment he feels, feebly returning the squeeze of his hand.]
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Don't apologise. It's not your fault.
[After a moment of wondering why - surely, whoever built this magnificent momument had a greater purpose? -, she quietly suggests:]
Let's go back through the hallway. Maybe there's something we overlooked - a hidden side door or hatch..!
[But whether he joins her or lets her go alone, too hopeless now to engage in further futile attempts at discovering anything in this structure, there's nothing to be found. The path simple leads from inside the monolith to back inside it, with not so much as a hint of any further mechanisms.]
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Don't apologise. It's not your fault.
[After a moment of wondering why - surely, whoever built this magnificent momument had a greater purpose? -, she quietly suggests:]
Let's go back through the hallway. Maybe there's something we overlooked - a hidden side door or hatch..!
[But whether he joins her or lets her go alone, too hopeless now to engage in further futile attempts at discovering anything in this structure, there's nothing to be found. The path simple leads from inside the monolith to back inside it, with not so much as a hint of any further mechanisms.]