Trust me, I know the feeling. It's a big adjustment when the stuff you're used to thinking of as common knowledge isn't anymore, and you've gotta figure out how to explain stuff that feels as fundamental as... as the sun coming up in the morning, or water flowing downhill.
[ For Reynir, those explanations have tended to be about his world, about the Illness, about how different everything is to those other versions of Earth people are always talking about. Apparently, for this man, the thing he'll have to learn how to explain is an Omnic...
In a rush, Reynir blurts: ]
Okay I'm sorry maybe I shouldn't ask but what is an Omnic, because I've still got no clue and maybe it'll come up in a conversation with someone else and I don't want to say the wrong thing twice.
[ When Genji asks about his home, Reynir rubs at his neck, a complicated smile tugging at his lips as he shrugs: ]
Both?
[ Can't it be nice, lovely and untouched, and also a place he wanted to leave? Reynir doesn't see that this is an either/or question here. ]
I love my home, I do. It's beautiful, and safe, and the village is full of good people I have known my whole life. There's nothing wrong with it, I just... wanted to see some other places, too. A city. Other countries. Palm trees.
[ He says that last bit about palm trees in roughly the voice someone else might say they would like to walk on the surface of the moon - like they're something impossibly exotic and unknown. ]
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[ For Reynir, those explanations have tended to be about his world, about the Illness, about how different everything is to those other versions of Earth people are always talking about. Apparently, for this man, the thing he'll have to learn how to explain is an Omnic...
In a rush, Reynir blurts: ]
Okay I'm sorry maybe I shouldn't ask but what is an Omnic, because I've still got no clue and maybe it'll come up in a conversation with someone else and I don't want to say the wrong thing twice.
[ When Genji asks about his home, Reynir rubs at his neck, a complicated smile tugging at his lips as he shrugs: ]
Both?
[ Can't it be nice, lovely and untouched, and also a place he wanted to leave? Reynir doesn't see that this is an either/or question here. ]
I love my home, I do. It's beautiful, and safe, and the village is full of good people I have known my whole life. There's nothing wrong with it, I just... wanted to see some other places, too. A city. Other countries. Palm trees.
[ He says that last bit about palm trees in roughly the voice someone else might say they would like to walk on the surface of the moon - like they're something impossibly exotic and unknown. ]