I'm okay. [ better now that i know you are, she thinks but fortunately doesn't say; who knows if she could ever survive such embarrassment. ] There are a number of us here. We've all come together and... we've made it work.
[ but she doesn't much care to get into the details of this hell. how lonely it's been without his presence. how even the books she'd brought along this time read dry without his constant, unprompted commentary. ]
Tell me about Taeum. [ tell me a story.
in a gentle, teasing tone: ] Have you made any friends?
[ he's heard a little about sedorum, about how much it runs differently than taeum, and while the concern remains that she's there at all, he's relieved that she hasn't been alone, that she's been taken care of, even if he hasn't been able to be the one to do it.
even now, he can't stop letting his mind spin trying to figure out how he could possibly get her out, despite knowing it isn't in his cards right now. ]
Guy like me? Everyone's been tripping over themselves to be my buddy. [ he can at least join her in that momentary playfulness, a near chuckle in his breath for a moment.
but he thinks about her question, about the world he's been stuck in. ]
It's supposed to be some kind of heaven. Supposedly, everyone's worked so hard at being good and pure while they were alive that they've now earned themselves everything they could ever want — endless drugs, booze, sex. [ he very nearly laughs. ] It's all just fake theater up here.
[ he pauses for a moment before he adds, ]
They've got all these rooms here that all look different when you walk in, all filled with places and landscapes to draw you in, make you feel comfortable. They ... have a room full of stars.
[ she lets out a soft exhale in response — something tinged with disappointment, but she cuts it off quick before it can become anything that lingers. ]
When I realized where you'd gone, I had hoped... You hear so much how Heaven is supposed to be some endless peace. I thought maybe you finally got some rest.
[ maybe he had. but something in the dryness of his tone has her doubting it.
but it's not something she wants to dwell in. not now when she's finally got him here, to herself. she tries to keep the small smile out of her tone when she continues, but she'd never been very good at hiding her feelings. ]
You don't really see the stars here. Even though I'm pretty sure it's always nighttime, but the entire city looks like it's under some red light that never goes away.
How did they look? [ she chews on her lip a little. ] Happy for your company, I bet.
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[ but she doesn't much care to get into the details of this hell. how lonely it's been without his presence. how even the books she'd brought along this time read dry without his constant, unprompted commentary. ]
Tell me about Taeum. [ tell me a story.
in a gentle, teasing tone: ] Have you made any friends?
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even now, he can't stop letting his mind spin trying to figure out how he could possibly get her out, despite knowing it isn't in his cards right now. ]
Guy like me? Everyone's been tripping over themselves to be my buddy. [ he can at least join her in that momentary playfulness, a near chuckle in his breath for a moment.
but he thinks about her question, about the world he's been stuck in. ]
It's supposed to be some kind of heaven. Supposedly, everyone's worked so hard at being good and pure while they were alive that they've now earned themselves everything they could ever want — endless drugs, booze, sex. [ he very nearly laughs. ] It's all just fake theater up here.
[ he pauses for a moment before he adds, ]
They've got all these rooms here that all look different when you walk in, all filled with places and landscapes to draw you in, make you feel comfortable. They ... have a room full of stars.
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When I realized where you'd gone, I had hoped... You hear so much how Heaven is supposed to be some endless peace. I thought maybe you finally got some rest.
[ maybe he had. but something in the dryness of his tone has her doubting it.
but it's not something she wants to dwell in. not now when she's finally got him here, to herself. she tries to keep the small smile out of her tone when she continues, but she'd never been very good at hiding her feelings. ]
You don't really see the stars here. Even though I'm pretty sure it's always nighttime, but the entire city looks like it's under some red light that never goes away.
How did they look? [ she chews on her lip a little. ] Happy for your company, I bet.