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Arthur Morgan ([personal profile] towhatmatters) wrote in [community profile] redmarsshit 2020-02-23 03:06 pm (UTC)

What precisely is he supposed to make of this?

For a long time, he's been very certain of how the world works and what his place in it is. Lately, the world or fate or whatever you want to call it has also been determined to chip away at his perceptions, bit by bit until all that was left for him was to reevaluate everything he thought he knew. Frankly, he's had enough of it already, and what he really wanted was ...

He just wanted a bloody vacation. A rest. If that only came with the darkness of the abyss, he was prepared to accept that too. This? This isn't even close, even with drink, wondrous machines and company that truly doesn't seem too shabby.

He scrubs a hand over his face, and then tilts his head back. At least there's a sky, though it doesn't look quite like the one he's used to.

Only one thing left to make certain of. He looks back down at Jacob, with a wry, crooked smile that kind of looks more like a grimace.

"You aren't dead, are you?"

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