It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
Chuckling, because Aurelia’s hit the nail on the head - that’s all she really wants to do, but she’s wrapped up in so many other responsibilities and obligations. “Technically, yes, I can. Except for Stormbreak. In all my free time.” Which, suffice it to say, is not as much as she might hope for.
Soon she might have more. But not right now.
Aurelia’s optimism and sweet naivete are much appreciated. Wessex does not dance around topics because she’s trying to hide something, but because she thinks that Aurelia knows more than she actually does. Not in a malicious way, but in a “been here long enough to know” way. Or so she thinks, until the Torcher talks about returning home.
“Well… your original self is still there. The Aurelia in Caido is a copy, from what I understand. I don’t understand the tech and the magic of how the Voice brings Outlanders here, but it’s like there are two Aurelia’s now. One here, one there, living entirely different lives.” Wessex has described this a few times, but she’s never sure if it helps or not, and she makes an indecisive, wavering face, accompanied by a shrug. “I don’t know if that’s comforting or not. But your sisters are not alone, so long as nothing has happened to you in your original world.”
Well. Maybe that is somewhat reassuring.
Soon she might have more. But not right now.
Aurelia’s optimism and sweet naivete are much appreciated. Wessex does not dance around topics because she’s trying to hide something, but because she thinks that Aurelia knows more than she actually does. Not in a malicious way, but in a “been here long enough to know” way. Or so she thinks, until the Torcher talks about returning home.
“Well… your original self is still there. The Aurelia in Caido is a copy, from what I understand. I don’t understand the tech and the magic of how the Voice brings Outlanders here, but it’s like there are two Aurelia’s now. One here, one there, living entirely different lives.” Wessex has described this a few times, but she’s never sure if it helps or not, and she makes an indecisive, wavering face, accompanied by a shrug. “I don’t know if that’s comforting or not. But your sisters are not alone, so long as nothing has happened to you in your original world.”
Well. Maybe that is somewhat reassuring.
