[Ok, that attitude was just a little uncalled for, if he was being perfectly honest, and he had to grit his teeth to keep from starting another stupid argument.
At least the Wolfwood he knew hadn't been this much of a petulant asshole, and that was saying something. This one was acting like he was a twelve year old, right now.]
That's not what I said, was it? [That sarcasm was returned. You're going to act like a child, he'll talk to you like you were a child.] I was visiting December when it happened! Where I'm from, it's been almost a year since everything happened. People had started moving back to the cities, back home. But then the earthquakes hit, and suddenly the kids and Melanie were gone again, and everyone was back in Octovern, like I'd jumped back in time.
Me and Livio even looked, to make sure nobody was left behind. This isn't my home, but I know nobody is in December.
[Nobody alive, at least. The grave was still there. And whether or not it was the grave from his home or the one that belonged to a man native to this reality, he didn't want to put much thought into. It was still Wolfwood's grave. That was the only thing that mattered, because if he let himself think about the possibility of the grave he had dug with his own two hands being in some other world, unattended and uncared for, he didn't know what he would do.]
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At least the Wolfwood he knew hadn't been this much of a petulant asshole, and that was saying something. This one was acting like he was a twelve year old, right now.]
That's not what I said, was it? [That sarcasm was returned. You're going to act like a child, he'll talk to you like you were a child.] I was visiting December when it happened! Where I'm from, it's been almost a year since everything happened. People had started moving back to the cities, back home. But then the earthquakes hit, and suddenly the kids and Melanie were gone again, and everyone was back in Octovern, like I'd jumped back in time.
Me and Livio even looked, to make sure nobody was left behind. This isn't my home, but I know nobody is in December.
[Nobody alive, at least. The grave was still there. And whether or not it was the grave from his home or the one that belonged to a man native to this reality, he didn't want to put much thought into. It was still Wolfwood's grave. That was the only thing that mattered, because if he let himself think about the possibility of the grave he had dug with his own two hands being in some other world, unattended and uncared for, he didn't know what he would do.]