Video.

[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

[ video ]

[heartbetween]

[He smiles.]

You're welcome. It's...not an easy choice, between following your heart and your duty.

[He thinks it should be, that duty shouldn't have to compromise who you are, what you want out of life, but...Anatole is good at complicating things.]

If I really had the choice...I'm not sure if I would go or stay.

[A beat]

Maybe you can write down the important things on something that came with you from home. With any luck, it might jog your memory, when you get there.

[ video ]

[king]

— That's not a half bad idea, actually!

[ video ]

[heartbetween]

Might be worth a try, on the off chance you ever do get the option.