"Yes, well, that is my preferred method of investigation -- and living, really. It's just that I have quite a lot of questions, actually." Some of them even relevant to the situation at hand, but he's speaking rather generally again. People, he's found, have quite a lot of questions for him, and he in turn has quite a lot of questions for the world. Worlds?
The prospect of their being many is terrifying, if not exactly new: he's been to others before, and that's even discounting the idea of alternate universes, which there absolutely must be, in his opinion -- and regardless of his opinion on the matter, the greater the number of worlds, the greater his number of questions. He exists, that is to say, in a state of being nearly perpetually off-kilter, so much so that he's nearly mastered the art of seeming even-keel when not under particularly intense duress.
This, however, very much is particularly intense. Dirk doesn't like having to be levelheaded: it's not at all his forté. "Why, for instance, did I of all people have to be so abysmally lucky?"
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The prospect of their being many is terrifying, if not exactly new: he's been to others before, and that's even discounting the idea of alternate universes, which there absolutely must be, in his opinion -- and regardless of his opinion on the matter, the greater the number of worlds, the greater his number of questions. He exists, that is to say, in a state of being nearly perpetually off-kilter, so much so that he's nearly mastered the art of seeming even-keel when not under particularly intense duress.
This, however, very much is particularly intense. Dirk doesn't like having to be levelheaded: it's not at all his forté. "Why, for instance, did I of all people have to be so abysmally lucky?"