There’s a very long and thoughtful pause at the end of Sanzo’s explanation, before Sorey ultimately has to admit to his own shortcoming. ]
...You know, you make a great point! I guess I’d never really stopped to think about that all that much before.
[ And now, another, smaller pause. ]
Then again, I think I quit believing much of what we were told about this place when I first fell asleep here. [ Thus, he went on a personal quest for his own information about this place; to seek and to find for himself, rather than asking around or reading. (Hey, it may be a little impractical, sure, but it scratches his itch for exploration at the same time, at least!) Unfortunately, this world has proved to be simply too vast, and far too tumultuous to get much done.
His head cocks to one side, a hand rubbing at the back of his neck. ] Or, I guess I should say “woke up”.
[ See, as time passes, Sorey’s becoming more and more convinced that this world is the dream, rather than the reality. He has his theories on that, but he’ll save them for later. ]
When we first got to Olympia, I remember thinking it was pretty strange the way everything seemed so routine for the people who lived there already. And they had the empty space for us, which didn’t seem quite right, either. [ But a lot of things didn’t seem quite right to Sorey, back then. ] It felt a lot like we were being inserted into a world already prepared for us, even then; so it makes sense that we weren’t the first. I can also understand why there’d be some hostility -- even resentment -- left over, especially considering our crash landing here was probably staged.
[ His expression sharpens. ]
But to have only that resentment left behind, and no trace of the refugees before us, I have to wonder...
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But yes, very much beside the point.
There’s a very long and thoughtful pause at the end of Sanzo’s explanation, before Sorey ultimately has to admit to his own shortcoming. ]
...You know, you make a great point! I guess I’d never really stopped to think about that all that much before.
[ And now, another, smaller pause. ]
Then again, I think I quit believing much of what we were told about this place when I first fell asleep here. [ Thus, he went on a personal quest for his own information about this place; to seek and to find for himself, rather than asking around or reading. (Hey, it may be a little impractical, sure, but it scratches his itch for exploration at the same time, at least!) Unfortunately, this world has proved to be simply too vast, and far too tumultuous to get much done.
His head cocks to one side, a hand rubbing at the back of his neck. ] Or, I guess I should say “woke up”.
[ See, as time passes, Sorey’s becoming more and more convinced that this world is the dream, rather than the reality. He has his theories on that, but he’ll save them for later. ]
When we first got to Olympia, I remember thinking it was pretty strange the way everything seemed so routine for the people who lived there already. And they had the empty space for us, which didn’t seem quite right, either. [ But a lot of things didn’t seem quite right to Sorey, back then. ] It felt a lot like we were being inserted into a world already prepared for us, even then; so it makes sense that we weren’t the first. I can also understand why there’d be some hostility -- even resentment -- left over, especially considering our crash landing here was probably staged.
[ His expression sharpens. ]
But to have only that resentment left behind, and no trace of the refugees before us, I have to wonder...