Let it be known that I'll be the last person to ever get offended by the term "adrenaline-junky." Because what I had there, right then? That dead body in front of me?
There's no wind blowing tonight. And the sky is remarkably clear. If not for the torches, it would be perfect for stargazing. If not for the torches, and…
When I got back to the Crossroad, it was like I'd lost all ability to feel. It was just… too much.
It was another meeting with my "friends," and I still didn't realize -- or… didn't want to admit -- the truth.
The first sign that things were going wrong… It was just meant to be some harmless jokes. … Toward the As. Just the As… Friendly teasing, and nothing more.
I’ll call this world… Haugh… I don’t even want to give it a name. I don’t want to do this… … I’ll call it… “Scarring.” And… it was paradise. Or- -as close as I’ll ever get.
Every time… Every time I die in one of those dimensions… Every time I come back… Those first few seconds, they… They're spent re-living- No. No, re-remembering my memories of the life I'd just lived. And I just…
I'm glad Mentor died when I was so young. It's made traveling to new worlds a bit more convenient.
It took me at least a few hundred tries to navigate the Crossroad successfully, even after figuring out the basics. A few hundred tries to get a dimension decently close to what I wanted. To get one with physics I liked.
Let's turn back the clock for a moment…
It's a while, yet, before Tess is supposed to fully turn Lucy. And since it's good cover for establishing a relationship with the locals, she's been working at this little pub for the past few weeks.