( He knows it can happen, though it's seemed very rare. A few others in the Dream, they went back home and returned to Deerington again. He'd heard them say that while they were back in their home worlds, they had no memory of the Dream. But... some did return. It was possible.
And maybe for awhile, Peter wondered if any of his loved ones would come back. But then the Dream ended, and... with it, any thought that he'd see them ever again. Ben, Will, Henry, Louis; they went home. They'd forget he existed at all. That grief was quietly, deeply buried within Peter; he hasn't touched on that loss still, even after all this time. (Ben left him a ring and Peter hasn't touched it, he can't.)
He never, ever thought that someone from Deerington could come here. This place is... different. And so the questions she asks have Peter giving another soft exhale, brow knitting in thought. It's... complicated, and truthfully he isn't sure how all of this works. )
It's been a couple of years since I last saw you. You went home, and.... Will and Ben went home not long after.
( His voice falls to a hush at the words, a hoarse whisper, an echo of pain. But Peter swallows, keeps going. He's almost afraid to lose her again, like the waves might draw her back in any second. Or like maybe she's just a phantom, she'll fizzle away again soon. )
This isn't Deerington. The Dream— it ended. It... broke. And all of us... we could either go back to our worlds, or go somewhere new. Go here.
( He slowly looks back up at her, realising how strange it seems, but knowing that she's known strange things, too. )
...I think you're the first person from Deerington to show up here later.
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And maybe for awhile, Peter wondered if any of his loved ones would come back. But then the Dream ended, and... with it, any thought that he'd see them ever again. Ben, Will, Henry, Louis; they went home. They'd forget he existed at all. That grief was quietly, deeply buried within Peter; he hasn't touched on that loss still, even after all this time. (Ben left him a ring and Peter hasn't touched it, he can't.)
He never, ever thought that someone from Deerington could come here. This place is... different. And so the questions she asks have Peter giving another soft exhale, brow knitting in thought. It's... complicated, and truthfully he isn't sure how all of this works. )
It's been a couple of years since I last saw you. You went home, and.... Will and Ben went home not long after.
( His voice falls to a hush at the words, a hoarse whisper, an echo of pain. But Peter swallows, keeps going. He's almost afraid to lose her again, like the waves might draw her back in any second. Or like maybe she's just a phantom, she'll fizzle away again soon. )
This isn't Deerington. The Dream— it ended. It... broke. And all of us... we could either go back to our worlds, or go somewhere new. Go here.
( He slowly looks back up at her, realising how strange it seems, but knowing that she's known strange things, too. )
...I think you're the first person from Deerington to show up here later.