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

[king]

Somewhat.

How can wanting be a choice?

[lumenrelegandus]

I don't know how to explain without sounding intolerably… dusty.

I do believe we can, to some degree, in certain moments of progress, choose to see good versus bad in a given circumstance, or place, or person. We can choose to want or reject. As we were saying: acceptance versus resistance. Those terms make it sound emotionally tepid, but I believe they have the potential to be the difference between joy and anguish.

[king]

[ Idly, he wonders how that would go over with Mr Text-Only. ]

I see.

[ And he does. But he smiles, too, having missed listening to Lupin educate. ]

Quite dusty, yes.