dictated;

[peacockherald]

[ Perhaps in a sudden melancholy brought on by the disappearance of so many in recent weeks, and of the aging shift that took place, Vanyel has had a particular question on his mind...]

I know this might seem to be coming out of nowhere and perhaps a bit dark, but, please indulge me if you will.

I have heard the stories and the theories and assertions that when we are sent home, if we are sent home, we are returned to the time and place at which we were originally taken, as if our worlds had stopped in our absence. How many of you believe this is true? Can something truly be so powerful? And do you fear what has happened in your absence, if it is not? 

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[whistles_the_blues]

Not one thing. What ever happens there has no effect on me.

[peacockherald]

It is your world though. The things that happen there - surely they affect you. You are a part of it.

[whistles_the_blues]

At one point, but that's in the past. I have no stake in what happens there any longer.

[peacockherald]

I am sorry you feel that way. I would hate to think your people and your world might have forsaken you.

[whistles_the_blues]

[Spot on there, not that he'd admit it.]

I'm no longer alive there, nothing there can effect me.

[peacockherald]

_{[ There is a long and very quiet pause. Perhaps a bit awkward... but also sad. ]}

I offer condolences, then.

<sub>[ Because saying sorry seemed like a slap in the face. ]

I am sure you are missed, though here, at least, you make a difference still.</sub>

[whistles_the_blues]

Don't worry about it. I lived and died as I wanted, the way I chose to. I'm content with that.

Here and now is what what matters to me now. [He's going to avoid the topic of being missed.]

[peacockherald]

That is a good way to look at it. I wish I had such determination.

[whistles_the_blues]

...And what makes you think you don't?

[peacockherald]

The past few years have not been kind, I suppose. That is why.