[ He remembers, now— it had been a day's journey, to the inn, and he'd had to carry the luggage. After not getting any sleep the night before, he passed out as soon as he'd handed over the potch to innkeeper.
The woman tells him as much. "Dinner is over. The landlady is celebrating her birthday. It was… quite the affair."
"I see," says the other Nash. "Too bad." He'll be hungry in the morning.
There's a pause, a silence that hangs like the sword in the parable. Both are leaving things unsaid. Finally, Nash speaks again. "Hey, Sierra." That's her name, apparently. "The power of the 27 True Runes… is it a burden?"
"It is your job to find the answer to that question, is it not?" Her gaze is lidded, eyes heavy.
"Yeah, but— for me, it's a job. For you, it's fate."
And this is about when the other Nash, the real Nash, starts to look for a way out of the room. (Maybe it's wrong to think of him as the real Nash, though. Both are equally true.) ]
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[ He remembers, now— it had been a day's journey, to the inn, and he'd had to carry the luggage. After not getting any sleep the night before, he passed out as soon as he'd handed over the potch to innkeeper.
The woman tells him as much. "Dinner is over. The landlady is celebrating her birthday. It was… quite the affair."
"I see," says the other Nash. "Too bad." He'll be hungry in the morning.
There's a pause, a silence that hangs like the sword in the parable. Both are leaving things unsaid. Finally, Nash speaks again. "Hey, Sierra." That's her name, apparently. "The power of the 27 True Runes… is it a burden?"
"It is your job to find the answer to that question, is it not?" Her gaze is lidded, eyes heavy.
"Yeah, but— for me, it's a job. For you, it's fate."
And this is about when the other Nash, the real Nash, starts to look for a way out of the room. (Maybe it's wrong to think of him as the real Nash, though. Both are equally true.) ]