[Then, he thinks about it for a moment. How is the Dark Hour possible? How is half of the things he's seen, in his lifetime so far, possible? Well, there's no point exhausting his mind trying to figure it out--not without, first, learning more about this place, at least. It's still strange, though. Knowing that there's a chance nobody, back home, even realizes he's gone.
Maybe that means he's been split off into another time-line, he questions with just a bit of sarcasm. Because, really, it's starting to seem like a bad sci-fi movie, now.]
Well, whatever. [He abruptly adds, directly after his question.] There's no point stressing over it.
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[Then, he thinks about it for a moment. How is the Dark Hour possible? How is half of the things he's seen, in his lifetime so far, possible? Well, there's no point exhausting his mind trying to figure it out--not without, first, learning more about this place, at least. It's still strange, though. Knowing that there's a chance nobody, back home, even realizes he's gone.
Maybe that means he's been split off into another time-line, he questions with just a bit of sarcasm. Because, really, it's starting to seem like a bad sci-fi movie, now.]
Well, whatever. [He abruptly adds, directly after his question.] There's no point stressing over it.
[With that, he's going to start walking.]
What guy, though?