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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?

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[voice]

[king]

Oh. Er, I'm very sorry.

[ Dammit, dead people, why you gotta make his question so depressing. ]

Well, I think it's perfectly understandable, that you'd prefer to stay.

[voice]

[princely_calyx]

[A bit of a shrug.] It's not your fault.

But yeah, better to stay here for a bit and see what I can do, what I can accomplish.

I guess you'd want to go home?

[voice]

[king]

I have to go home.

[ The slightest twist of his lips. ]

But I enjoy my life here, as well. It's always been something of a quandary for me.

[voice]

[princely_calyx]

Yeah, I get that. You've got a kingdom to think about.

Well, it's not an actual issue just yet. I would miss this place too. [Not that she has a real choice. But still.]