I see my parents' house in San Antonio, when I look through the rips in the barrier.
That's dirty pool, City.
But it's not my world, anymore. Even if I believed that we'd actually get back- which I don't, as we've already seen, the deities are good at faking things- it's not really where I belong, is it? It's not 'home' for me.
I guess I just don't want to move on. Do you think the Kübler-Ross model applies to those who have died, too?
But good luck to all the people who are trying. I hope you prove me wrong, and you find your way.
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I assume we don't have anything new on Rip, but you know where to find me if you do. I'm back to keeping an eye on the Network.