[ He wonders what difference it makes to live in a wagon versus a home for someone without a body—was she aware of her own travels? Could she sense somehow how rocky the roads were for herself, or the things that surrounded her? Or was it always through the eyes of whoever she lived with?
...Better than being alone, in any case. 800 years of quietude sounds maddening. ]
I see. [ He's glad to hear it. ] Well, that much hasn't changed. We too are but misfits carving out our space in the world. But I'm learning... as that space expands, the harder it is to protect it. I'm sorry if you've felt unsafe.
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...Better than being alone, in any case. 800 years of quietude sounds maddening. ]
I see. [ He's glad to hear it. ]
Well, that much hasn't changed.
We too are but misfits carving out our space in the world.
But I'm learning... as that space expands, the harder it is to protect it.
I'm sorry if you've felt unsafe.