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[king]

I've been wondering, Scorched.

[ Arthur has been training since before the sun rose: it's visible in the flush across the bridge of his nose, the way his blond bangs are sticking dark to his temples, the slouch of his usually straight-backed posture. But he needs a break, a distraction from his own mind, from the questions that have been plaguing it without concrete answer. ]

Say that the Door started — temporarily — working the way that all doors should, and we could all trip merrily back to our own worlds.

[ A breath, considering whether he's really going to ask. Despite his slightly laconic tone, he knows how depressing some of the answers he'll get will be. But he still wants to know: ]

Would you stay here in Anatole?

Or would you go home?

Comments

[Voice]

[king]

For those who've just arrived, I think it might be easy. Or for those who have no future in their worlds. But once somebody has a life here...

[Voice]

[moralltach]

I've barely been here for a month, and I'd have to say it wouldn't be an easy decision to make.

[Voice]

[king]

It's not the world, though, is it? It's the people in it.

[Voice]

[moralltach]

That is a good way to look at it.