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Quinn's drawn up the list of supplies he wants to get before he goes home. Tomorrow he'll settle down to the business of buying them, either from Bar or from other patrons who might be able to provide. Once that's done, he'll go home.
He's not looking forward to it. Most of that's for the obvious reasons; it's not as if his world has much to offer, after all. Going home is duty, not desire. It's just. . . well, there are times when he really wishes this place could be properly real. It's a temporary hiatus, that's all, and while he might be able to touch it, or live in it, or bring things back from it, it's never going to be really real. It's never going to be where he belongs or the world he has to live in, no matter what's there or who.
But it's all right for the moment, real enough for just now, and it's green even when there's not really enough light to see colour by. So he's outside, watching the trees and the lake under a sky he doesn't have to hide from. He can sleep later. This'll do for now.
He's not looking forward to it. Most of that's for the obvious reasons; it's not as if his world has much to offer, after all. Going home is duty, not desire. It's just. . . well, there are times when he really wishes this place could be properly real. It's a temporary hiatus, that's all, and while he might be able to touch it, or live in it, or bring things back from it, it's never going to be really real. It's never going to be where he belongs or the world he has to live in, no matter what's there or who.
But it's all right for the moment, real enough for just now, and it's green even when there's not really enough light to see colour by. So he's outside, watching the trees and the lake under a sky he doesn't have to hide from. He can sleep later. This'll do for now.