"Thank you." He knows that it will settle, things will work out. Somehow.
Most of his memories are coming back, their discussion in the Pit, his talks with other people, what happened before the kidnappings, the life that he had before he di- went home. He doesn't feel like he's died. He knew he came close when Jack had him prisoner, and those days and the days in the Pit still feel confused and interchangeable. But he's sure he remembers things about Duplicity as well as he can be expected to, with the strange passage of time.
She doesn't need his help, the stream is hardly more than a few inches deep and the stones seem sturdy. He follows her, listening to the noises of the forest around them, the rustle of the leaves, the birdsong. But beyond, there are the sounds of the city. He likes that. Being apart but still close.
"The world must sound a lot different, for you. No trains and factories."
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Most of his memories are coming back, their discussion in the Pit, his talks with other people, what happened before the kidnappings, the life that he had before he di- went home. He doesn't feel like he's died. He knew he came close when Jack had him prisoner, and those days and the days in the Pit still feel confused and interchangeable. But he's sure he remembers things about Duplicity as well as he can be expected to, with the strange passage of time.
She doesn't need his help, the stream is hardly more than a few inches deep and the stones seem sturdy. He follows her, listening to the noises of the forest around them, the rustle of the leaves, the birdsong. But beyond, there are the sounds of the city. He likes that. Being apart but still close.
"The world must sound a lot different, for you. No trains and factories."