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"I...think I probably was supposed to, really. Being anchored here might have been what saved me, even. I don't know for sure, but it was like I got stuck between the two places. I don't know. I'd rather not do it again, I can tell you that."
He studied my face as I spoke. "I get the impression that given the choice, you'd stay there. You'd never come back." I nodded, somewhat sheepishly. "Is it really that much better there?"
"It's...different, I guess. Some things are definitely worse – no showers, no toilets, no toilet paper...but there's also magic and dragons and a family. I'm important, there."
"You're important here!"
"No, I'm really not. Let me demonstrate. How many visitors have I had here?" He shook his head, unsure. "I'd wager it's none. I bet you've never walked in on anyone sitting with me. I don't have any friends, here. There, well...there were eight people gathered around me trying to take care of me when I was burned. And not because it was their job, but because they care about me. I have a brother! Here the only people who'd notice if I died are you and a guardian whose paycheque would stop coming. Where would you rather be?"
"And if it isn't real?"
"Then I guess I'm the happiest delusional patient in the psych ward."
He laughed then, and looked ten years younger.
"Listen. I know this is a pain in the ass for you. I just want you to know I'm grateful for your help, and if something happens, it's because of what happened to me over there. It isn't your fault."
He smiled, squeezed my hand, and took his leave as I was getting dizzy. "Say hi to your brother for me."
- COMMENTS
hakdrakkenover 7 years agoI realize it's probably way too late to ask this question, but I'm curious about something.
She brings the stuff that's "on her person" (clothes, bags, knives, etc) with her when she switches from Earth to the other world.
Yet when she goes back, the stuff she brought with her is still there. She has to keep putting those clothes on again, every time.
Does that mean that she keeps bringing new copies of stuff to the other world? Shouldn't she now have about a dozen pairs of boots, jeans, tshirts, underwear, etc? And enough swiss army knives for everyone she's met so far?
JC_The_Continuerover 7 years agoNUFF SAID
caps lock bastard Nazi keyboard shitty fucking Chinese keyboard
nthusiasticover 7 years agoFirst thing every morning I check the new story category. A new chapter from you makes me a very happy camper! (And frequently makes me late to work, too ... Snicker, snicker.) Thank you and please keep these chapters coming!
tattooed_cowgirl15over 7 years agoLoving this series please keep writing. I have you saved in my favorites so I can re-read all chapters
Storm113over 7 years agoAgain, thank you. I know my thanks are repetitive, but they are heartfelt. I really am enjoying this story immensely! Please keep it coming!!!
