It... hm. Speaking from my [ mostly ] sound mind now, it was... unlike any I had ever walked into afore. I suppose, thinking on it now, its architecture is similar to what exists here, with much of the same modern conveniences.
Yet, in the moment, it were as if I had always lived there. Even now... it is difficult to shake that feeling.
So it sounds like the house itself is what convinced you that you had lived there forever. [illusions? hypnotism? brainwashing? oh, the possibilities.]
... I confess, it has. I thought I could clear my mind here, in the relative safety of these school grounds, yet my mind only drifts back to those past few days.
I don't know if it's that easy. It all felt real, didn't it? So even being back here...I dunno. [there's a slight frown.]
I'm starting to wonder the same thing. There were eight of you that left, and none of us even knew anything about it. And you guys didn't even end up in the same place. So how...?
There was no warning for it. It was if I walked through a door into another existence entirely, as easily as it is to walk anywhere else. I imagine 'tis the same as our own arrivals.
Nor am I. I have been accused of being overbearing, in the past... I suppose I can now see why some may feel inclined to wander off in spite of their injuries, however.
It's hard to know what to say when people are hovering and you don't know how to explain stuff. I get that people do it because they care, but at the same time...[shrug! difficult...] You did let somebody take a look at you before you came out here, right?
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Trickery or no, never would I wish that horror upon mine greatest foe.
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...do you wanna talk about it? Or is it the kind of thing you don't want to re-live?
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First a death, and now this...
We had been whisked away for what felt like days. I fear for what else others may be subjected to.
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[he will get back to the others...in a bit.]
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[ Quickly, he stops himself short, pursing his mouth into a thin line, and then: ]
A home, surrounded by many others, but we spent our days in that house.
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Like a neighborhood? Were you locked inside the house?
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[ He echoes quietly to himself, as if he needs to think about this. ]
In a manner of speaking. That is to say, our very wills were, yet we had the freedom to leave it.
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What was the house like?
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It... hm. Speaking from my [ mostly ] sound mind now, it was... unlike any I had ever walked into afore. I suppose, thinking on it now, its architecture is similar to what exists here, with much of the same modern conveniences.
Yet, in the moment, it were as if I had always lived there. Even now... it is difficult to shake that feeling.
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...what did you guys do in all that time?
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Nothing good. In the end, all we could do was run, and by the grace of the gods, we had finally made our escape.
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I'm glad you got out. Sounds like the whole thing really messed with your head.
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And I worry this may happen again—to others.
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I'm starting to wonder the same thing. There were eight of you that left, and none of us even knew anything about it. And you guys didn't even end up in the same place. So how...?
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There was no warning for it. It was if I walked through a door into another existence entirely, as easily as it is to walk anywhere else. I imagine 'tis the same as our own arrivals.
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Just try to take it easy. You're back now, so hopefully that's a permanent thing.
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Yes... Yes, I am back, and I can take solace in that. I realize I should not be so far out, but I assure you, I shall not push myself.
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He slips out a short, wry chuckle. ]
Oh, I've just prepared myself for some scoldings, is all. If my sister knew, I would never hear the end of it—namely for being a giant hypocrite.
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You think? Then again...people around here are pretty good about the scolding thing, so I can't say I'm that surprised.
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It's hard to know what to say when people are hovering and you don't know how to explain stuff. I get that people do it because they care, but at the same time...[shrug! difficult...] You did let somebody take a look at you before you came out here, right?
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... Hopefully it is not a slow healing process.
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