Does he have anything he wants to return to? When all that awaits him is a strange purgatory with only a lightning storm rumbling through it, striking electricity across every limb of his body? Or even the lab, its own kind of prison, filled with people who wronged him, people he hates?
No, there’s nothing for him to return to, but the ire bolsters him, makes him want to find a way back so that he can do what needs to be done. Find a way back to his home “plane.” Make the people who hurt him suffer; make the world…
Well. He’s not sure, now. Not after so long in this one. Not after what he’s learned about a future that hasn’t come to pass for him.
But the rest applies. And his pride, too, is affected by remaining in this world overlong, and he explains as much.
A hurry? Not particularly. “Home” never granted me much of anything.
But eventually, I’d like to go back. This world has afforded me more freedom than I’ve had in a long time, but we weren’t brought here by choice. We can’t leave by choice. It’s still a prison, you just can’t see the walls.
And I’d rather not be killed by an angry god to see if I can get back that way, either. I’d like things happening on my own terms, that’s all.
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Does he have anything he wants to return to? When all that awaits him is a strange purgatory with only a lightning storm rumbling through it, striking electricity across every limb of his body? Or even the lab, its own kind of prison, filled with people who wronged him, people he hates?
No, there’s nothing for him to return to, but the ire bolsters him, makes him want to find a way back so that he can do what needs to be done. Find a way back to his home “plane.” Make the people who hurt him suffer; make the world…
Well. He’s not sure, now. Not after so long in this one. Not after what he’s learned about a future that hasn’t come to pass for him.
But the rest applies. And his pride, too, is affected by remaining in this world overlong, and he explains as much.
A hurry? Not particularly. “Home” never granted me much of anything.
But eventually, I’d like to go back. This world has afforded me more freedom than I’ve had in a long time, but we weren’t brought here by choice. We can’t leave by choice. It’s still a prison, you just can’t see the walls.
And I’d rather not be killed by an angry god to see if I can get back that way, either. I’d like things happening on my own terms, that’s all.