[ In a literal sense, that is. There wasn't much home to run from. ]
The voyage was only meant to be a year, charting some new trade route through the arctic. A year's nothing. But then the ice trapped us in, and three years later, I'm freezing and starving to death in a barren wasteland, hundreds of miles from anything resembling civilization...
[ He sits up with a grunt, scrubbing his hands over his face. ]
It wasn't the outcome I'd had in mind when I signed on, suffice to say.
[ ...You know, he's heard so many bizarre things in the last two weeks that he's inclined not to think too deeply about Siffrin's situation. Amnesia may as well happen, sure. ]
That sounds disorienting, to say the least. Your home has also vanished... in a literal sense?
But I did have it, [ frustration bleeding painfully through their soft tone, turning it jagged for a moment, ] it's just...
[ ... Gone. ]
Memories come and go. I remember things somethings. And then they slip away. No one outside of the island remembers it at all -- they don't remember my home, my people, the stars in the sky -- but they exist and I had it.
[ Voice trembling, blanket clutched tight, curled up impossibly small into a ball.
...
A soft huff. ]
Sorry. The beginning of the week leaves me feeling... bad.
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[ In a literal sense, that is. There wasn't much home to run from. ]
The voyage was only meant to be a year, charting some new trade route through the arctic. A year's nothing. But then the ice trapped us in, and three years later, I'm freezing and starving to death in a barren wasteland, hundreds of miles from anything resembling civilization...
[ He sits up with a grunt, scrubbing his hands over his face. ]
It wasn't the outcome I'd had in mind when I signed on, suffice to say.
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... Yeah. Sounds like it wasn't. [ A beat. ] I like sailing, probably. It feels... free.
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Probably? Have you ever been?
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[ That's the one thing they know for sure. That they haven't in a while. ]
... I guess I miss it.
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[ How odd. ]
Is that common for you? You don't seem bothered by it.
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[ Casually. ]
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[ Sorry. ]
It just blipped out of existence. Like my home. I guess that's probably why, since no one from there remembers either. Um, few as I've met.
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That sounds disorienting, to say the least. Your home has also vanished... in a literal sense?
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[ (How do you describe it.
You stare at the wall.
...) ]
Have you ever caught something out of the corner of your eye? Like a trick of the light.
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[ He thinks of the first time he saw the Tuunbaq with his own eyes. Didn't turn out to be a trick, after all. ]
That sort of thing is common in the arctic.
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[ Sorry for your awareness now Hickey. ]
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It's hard to miss something you never had in the first place, is what you're saying?
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[ ... Gone. ]
Memories come and go. I remember things somethings. And then they slip away. No one outside of the island remembers it at all -- they don't remember my home, my people, the stars in the sky -- but they exist and I had it.
[ Voice trembling, blanket clutched tight, curled up impossibly small into a ball.
...
A soft huff. ]
Sorry. The beginning of the week leaves me feeling... bad.