[ They will continue to grow, thanks for askng, universe, and they will be taller. So it is written, so it will be!
(Hope does bloom eternal.)
He's been in this position, the out of place, out of time, out of answers side of things... but he hasn't been the one who had to hear someone he knew (cared about? didn't care about? he can't quite tell with how this guy's acting, and he doesn't bother guessing) was here, when he so recently remembers seeing them elsewhere. He lets the words flow, waiting for anything to respond to, simply holding hands he gives a slight, reassuring squeeze to with that flick of a glance. More a learned behaviour here, because it's helped enough people, and helped him out before too.
Feeling connected matters when you feel alone more often than not. It's not a nice part of himself that is pettily jealous on some level that he's still standing here, no one familiar from home. It's unfair, part of him wants to cry, it's not fair, but life isn't, and if he can help clarify some of the mess they're all in, he'll try.
He's not necessarily any good at it, but it's why he's started up with the Moon Knights, and what he's aiming for. Working on Iris and being a welcoming face for a world that doesn't understand what they are, or the collateral consequences for them, only that they're a valuable and limited resource on a dying planet. ]
It's a complicated answer, and there's no definite facts. This place... waking up here and remembering a moment or a person back home... the two aren't directly connected. Time doesn't flow down river. The Kanda you know might remember the same moment you do before you woke up surrounded by crystal, or he might not. He might remember things from earlier, or from later. No one has an answer for why, just theories. Most of them make my head hurt.
[ He admits, frowning for the first time out of his own displeasure over the lack of answers and lack of solutions he can action toward. He can't will himself home, and he's tried. He can't even will anyone here, selfish as that'd be, and he hates admitting to himself that he's tried that too. ]
I don't know how present the three gods tied to the moon are here, they're pretty absentee, but there's a visible influence that might come from them or something trying to pass itself off as them. Being here, we're all... I guess you could say different from who we are back home, and different from the people born here. What we do, what we make as a consequence of, um... [ his eyes drop down to their hands for a moment, then pointedly lift back to look Allen in the face; ] ... contact with each other feeds back into the world and kind of... energizes everything. Including us.
[ He pauses, then shakes his head. ]
Sorry, that's not what you were asking. This place is outside of the time we know, and in a different reality or universe or whatever you want to call it. We're stranded, until we're not. And it sucks, but it's not as bad as it could be, if you do your best to stay level headed and don't give in to the pressure to break down.
[ His smile here is much more tentative, eyes definitely carrying a sort of resignation within them: building friendships is all that's kept him sane over the last few months, and the fact it's a shifting landscape where people leave without warning and it's never their decision... he hates it. And he's envious if it really means those people have gone home. ]
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(Hope does bloom eternal.)
He's been in this position, the out of place, out of time, out of answers side of things... but he hasn't been the one who had to hear someone he knew (cared about? didn't care about? he can't quite tell with how this guy's acting, and he doesn't bother guessing) was here, when he so recently remembers seeing them elsewhere. He lets the words flow, waiting for anything to respond to, simply holding hands he gives a slight, reassuring squeeze to with that flick of a glance. More a learned behaviour here, because it's helped enough people, and helped him out before too.
Feeling connected matters when you feel alone more often than not. It's not a nice part of himself that is pettily jealous on some level that he's still standing here, no one familiar from home. It's unfair, part of him wants to cry, it's not fair, but life isn't, and if he can help clarify some of the mess they're all in, he'll try.
He's not necessarily any good at it, but it's why he's started up with the Moon Knights, and what he's aiming for. Working on Iris and being a welcoming face for a world that doesn't understand what they are, or the collateral consequences for them, only that they're a valuable and limited resource on a dying planet. ]
It's a complicated answer, and there's no definite facts. This place... waking up here and remembering a moment or a person back home... the two aren't directly connected. Time doesn't flow down river. The Kanda you know might remember the same moment you do before you woke up surrounded by crystal, or he might not. He might remember things from earlier, or from later. No one has an answer for why, just theories. Most of them make my head hurt.
[ He admits, frowning for the first time out of his own displeasure over the lack of answers and lack of solutions he can action toward. He can't will himself home, and he's tried. He can't even will anyone here, selfish as that'd be, and he hates admitting to himself that he's tried that too. ]
I don't know how present the three gods tied to the moon are here, they're pretty absentee, but there's a visible influence that might come from them or something trying to pass itself off as them. Being here, we're all... I guess you could say different from who we are back home, and different from the people born here. What we do, what we make as a consequence of, um... [ his eyes drop down to their hands for a moment, then pointedly lift back to look Allen in the face; ] ... contact with each other feeds back into the world and kind of... energizes everything. Including us.
[ He pauses, then shakes his head. ]
Sorry, that's not what you were asking. This place is outside of the time we know, and in a different reality or universe or whatever you want to call it. We're stranded, until we're not. And it sucks, but it's not as bad as it could be, if you do your best to stay level headed and don't give in to the pressure to break down.
[ His smile here is much more tentative, eyes definitely carrying a sort of resignation within them: building friendships is all that's kept him sane over the last few months, and the fact it's a shifting landscape where people leave without warning and it's never their decision... he hates it. And he's envious if it really means those people have gone home. ]