I could. If you wanted me to — it wouldn't reach anything deeper in your mind.
[He watches Cy in the telling of that other world, admiring Cy's face in the privacy of that moment while his eyes are closed, those handsome features so familiar now.
It's easy to imagine what Cy describes, an untouched wilderness beneath colorful streamers of light, animals living out simple lives, flashes of lightning brilliant in the eternally dark sky.]
... I think that I would like it too. [It sits on his tongue: We should go. Yet it's left unmanifested, because that freedom isn't theirs now, may never be if they remain trapped in this prison only to be separated into other, alternate dimensions. He doesn't let his thoughts dwell there.] I've never seen those lights, but they exist far in the north of my own world, a place called Snow Country. I've heard stories. That those lights are the spirits of children waiting to be born. Or another, that any child conceived beneath them will be born with fortune. They're a symbol of good luck.
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[He watches Cy in the telling of that other world, admiring Cy's face in the privacy of that moment while his eyes are closed, those handsome features so familiar now.
It's easy to imagine what Cy describes, an untouched wilderness beneath colorful streamers of light, animals living out simple lives, flashes of lightning brilliant in the eternally dark sky.]
... I think that I would like it too. [It sits on his tongue: We should go. Yet it's left unmanifested, because that freedom isn't theirs now, may never be if they remain trapped in this prison only to be separated into other, alternate dimensions. He doesn't let his thoughts dwell there.] I've never seen those lights, but they exist far in the north of my own world, a place called Snow Country. I've heard stories. That those lights are the spirits of children waiting to be born. Or another, that any child conceived beneath them will be born with fortune. They're a symbol of good luck.