"In some ways," he agrees. "Seems about the same in others."
In the end, every world is just filled with people trying to survive and protect their own. And sometimes there's a cruelty that is birthed out of the fear that grows from that desire. That never changes. Whatever his thoughts, he seems to be finished sharing—though he's said more to her about himself than he has to most. He doesn't mind her knowing, exactly. It's just a lot. Long story.
Instead, he joins her by the jars, peering inside.
"Food's very different. We're not so complicated as yours. Or so variable."
Even a royal banquet wouldn't have as much as what he found at Sam's gathering. It's a level of plentiful he's never seen before and he's gotten the sense that for Sam, it's perfectly common.
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In the end, every world is just filled with people trying to survive and protect their own. And sometimes there's a cruelty that is birthed out of the fear that grows from that desire. That never changes. Whatever his thoughts, he seems to be finished sharing—though he's said more to her about himself than he has to most. He doesn't mind her knowing, exactly. It's just a lot. Long story.
Instead, he joins her by the jars, peering inside.
"Food's very different. We're not so complicated as yours. Or so variable."
Even a royal banquet wouldn't have as much as what he found at Sam's gathering. It's a level of plentiful he's never seen before and he's gotten the sense that for Sam, it's perfectly common.