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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

[priscilla]

Why did you specify... temporarily?

[king]

Forces people to make a choice. I mean, if it's going to be open forever, you could live here as long as you like and leave when it gets dull.

Though Anatole and dull aren't really words I equate.

[priscilla]

Oh, that's a good point... although you're right about the Dull.

[...]

I wish it did work properly, though. At least then I'd know I won't have to go back.

[king]

You've lived through all that time there, though, haven't you? Perhaps you'll keep on in both.

To be honest, I'm not sure Anatole could ever give you up.

[priscilla]

I'm sure it could! One of the reasons I wanted subdivisions to the Alliance to begin with was... so things could continue without me.

But. That doesn't mean I want to be given up! Um. Obviously!