She will no doubt notice the way he keeps his head turned, in part to keep an eye on her, but also to turn his gaze to the left, watching the rest of the park. Thankfully, his sight is not the only keen sense he has. His hearing is still better than most people's, and his Eagle vision is unimpeded by the loss of one eye. Like her, he's watching. Quietly, casually, as if this way of walking and talking is second nature, assessing what might be a risk and how to deal with it whole holding a conversation.
"I don't think you were lying. I think the circumstances play a big part in what the truth is, ultimately."
After all, here? Everything is different from home. His home, her home. Most people's homes. That doesn't make her wrong about the situation she's used to in her own world. Nor does it make it different here.
"I think the people left behind still have it worse. I was none the wiser back home. But my contract partner here? He mourned me. And he still is. I'm not the man he knew, and thats hurting him."
He's twenty years older, for a start. Less fun, less attractive, less jaded.
"I'm afraid I wasn't the version of myself I would like most people to meet either." He will admit that freely, taking his cue from her. Scared, in pain, and looking for a way out. "I won't go as far to ask for a fresh start, but perhaps a continued examination of the facts?"
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Date: 2022-10-18 11:02 am (UTC)From:"I don't think you were lying. I think the circumstances play a big part in what the truth is, ultimately."
After all, here? Everything is different from home. His home, her home. Most people's homes. That doesn't make her wrong about the situation she's used to in her own world. Nor does it make it different here.
"I think the people left behind still have it worse. I was none the wiser back home. But my contract partner here? He mourned me. And he still is. I'm not the man he knew, and thats hurting him."
He's twenty years older, for a start. Less fun, less attractive, less jaded.
"I'm afraid I wasn't the version of myself I would like most people to meet either." He will admit that freely, taking his cue from her. Scared, in pain, and looking for a way out. "I won't go as far to ask for a fresh start, but perhaps a continued examination of the facts?"