:: post nineteen :: there are no easy answers.

[child_proteus]

[Throne's handwriting is neat and precise and deliberate, for once, but still clearly his.]

Would you rather be at home, dreaming of this place?

Or be stuck here, and dreaming of home?
 

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since you already used your lasers to detect my presence

[sauntersthrough]

I don't know where home is.

[child_proteus]

Don't know? Or can't remember?

[sauntersthrough]

Doesn't it amount to the same thing?

[child_proteus]

Not knowing means you never knew. Not remembering means you used to but, you don't recall.

Somethings don't stay forgotten here. So there is a difference.

[sauntersthrough]

Then . . . I don't remember. But I only just arrived here. I might remember, I suppose.

[child_proteus]

Oh, well, if you just got here, give it a little while, yeah?

Should pick up soon enough, just wait and see...

[sauntersthrough]

Was that supposed to sound ominous, or do you talk like that all the time?

[child_proteus]

Honestly, dude, not meant to be spoooooky. It's seriously just the way it is here, man.

It's like this place was made for keeping us on our toes. It's like a moving target, or something. Just impossible to nail down.

[sauntersthrough]

Damn, and I was just starting to like Vegas.