[Blue's mind reaches a bit, hoping to glean a bit more detail from the notion spoken aloud - as much to inform himself as it is to give the child less to speak to.]
It is...not so strange. Many here...recall just as little.
[There is more, Blue may find. Jumbles of images - a sickly woman propped up on carefully arranged straw in the corner of a stable, sword practice with a group of older boys who appear to be related, sitting in the wind on a rocky hillside, moving carefully through the halls of a house at night to pass unseen by bedrooms.
But as for which of them is last, the boy's not sure. And more of his attention is taken up evaluating his surroundings and companion.]
[It makes sense, that there are others. He could feel their presence, back in the waves. There could be a lot of them.
Where are they all from, he wonders. He's never seen this man before. The idea that they could all be from different places has a definite appeal, although it has one major drawback as well.]
['before' can mean a few things. before the shore? before the fire?
he remembers that well enough. it's grim stuff, even if his present company wasn't just a boy. but there's already a notion coming from this particular boy that he's already been shaped by horrors unseen from the surface. people are like oceans in that way - their boundaries curated by the unseen depths.]
Dark and empty. And...before that...fire. A battle.
[That could be just about anywhere. There's always a war somewhere; if someone manages to stop one someone else will step up to begin another. He hasn't been to battle himself, but it's only a matter of time. Someone will always have to fight.
He nods, hesitating a moment before offering -] I was in...Denmark.
[The name took a moment to come to him, but his voice remembers some kind of deep-seated distaste for the place that seeps into his tone.]
[Of course, he must be far away. It doesn't feel like the journey here was a short trip up the coastline, or anything similar. It was...a much greater shift, in many ways.
Still, for someone not to have heard of Denmark at all? The idea is...exhilarating, actually. He really is somewhere new. He realizes he's wanted that.]
[easy enough to say in a puff of breath, though Blue does have to slow down to an eventual stop before he wobbles and falls. even without the exhaustion, there's something off about his balance, his legs...and what others claimed he suspects for himself: he'd lost them for a while. legs and arms and hands.
not something he's apt to dwelling on right now, given how dramatic the change of scenery alone is. one thing at a time.
he wipes under his bangs, keeping his hand there to shield from the glare of the sun for a moment. not far away now.]
Those who reside here...keep speaking of 'Trench.'
[The man is in worse shape than he is. The boy slows and stops, waiting patiently for the man to regain his balance and strength. Or to ask for help, if he needs it. He takes the time to wiggle his toes in the dirt, trying to gain more feeling in his still-awkward feet.]
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Nothing more?
[Blue's mind reaches a bit, hoping to glean a bit more detail from the notion spoken aloud - as much to inform himself as it is to give the child less to speak to.]
It is...not so strange. Many here...recall just as little.
the bastard son
But as for which of them is last, the boy's not sure. And more of his attention is taken up evaluating his surroundings and companion.]
...But not you?
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[also the reading-minds thing. but that's something to work to gradually, as he's learning that the limits of his powers have been altered somehow.]
You and I...are not the only ones to wash up here so suddenly.
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Where are they all from, he wonders. He's never seen this man before. The idea that they could all be from different places has a definite appeal, although it has one major drawback as well.]
What kind of place were you in, before?
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he remembers that well enough. it's grim stuff, even if his present company wasn't just a boy. but there's already a notion coming from this particular boy that he's already been shaped by horrors unseen from the surface. people are like oceans in that way - their boundaries curated by the unseen depths.]
Dark and empty. And...before that...fire. A battle.
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He nods, hesitating a moment before offering -] I was in...Denmark.
[The name took a moment to come to him, but his voice remembers some kind of deep-seated distaste for the place that seeps into his tone.]
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...I don't know it. And...I haven't heard it here.
You may be...very far from it.
[and given the tone, perhaps that's a good thing.]
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Still, for someone not to have heard of Denmark at all? The idea is...exhilarating, actually. He really is somewhere new. He realizes he's wanted that.]
What is this place called?
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[easy enough to say in a puff of breath, though Blue does have to slow down to an eventual stop before he wobbles and falls. even without the exhaustion, there's something off about his balance, his legs...and what others claimed he suspects for himself: he'd lost them for a while. legs and arms and hands.
not something he's apt to dwelling on right now, given how dramatic the change of scenery alone is. one thing at a time.
he wipes under his bangs, keeping his hand there to shield from the glare of the sun for a moment. not far away now.]
Those who reside here...keep speaking of 'Trench.'
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Trench. [A ditch. A pit.]
That's a weird name.
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[and it's in almost direct contrast to the optimism he's felt from its people flitting to and from the shore.
Blue draws in a slow breath before beginning to move once more. almost there.]
This planet...I don't know it. Its people are strange to me. And moreover...
I believe others...from other planets...are waking here, just as lost.
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You mean different realms? Like...Hel or Asgard?
[It's hard, after being reborn into his own shape, not to think of the realms the dead travel to.]
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