Ethan takes a deeper drink from the glass in his hand as she looks at him, and he shakes his head slightly since that hadn't come out right completely. "I meant the cruise ship dropped me back into the same moment that it kidnapped me from," he says, but the trepidation in her voice is-- well, it is more than warranted given what ended up happening. Leaving his world, their world is-- it's scarily accurate for what ended up happening, and his chest aches deeply with it as his eyes burn with it when she asks that question.
He takes another drink from the glass, closing his eyes before he looks at her again.
How does he put it to words what happened? There's just no easy way to say it so he finally blurts it out. "It was... the apocalypse. Rift activity spiked suddenly, and we had warning that the end was coming. Rifts were going to swallow up the whole world," he says, and his chest aches, because how does it-- how does it even make sense? But it's what happened. It happened. He was there. "Scientists said there'd-- Rifts would open for a brief amount of time, letting small groups go through to God knows where. I don't even know. The last time the cruise ship took me, it took me before I could see where I ended up, and it's been-- I've been here for a very long time."
For weeks, months maybe. It's hard to keep track. This place doesn't have calendars. His voice aches with it. "When I last saw you, we-- we were saying goodbye." His eyes burn further, and he downs his drink before he looks over at her, ache in his gaze, amazement that she is-- she's here beside him having a drink. "Forever."
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He takes another drink from the glass, closing his eyes before he looks at her again.
How does he put it to words what happened? There's just no easy way to say it so he finally blurts it out. "It was... the apocalypse. Rift activity spiked suddenly, and we had warning that the end was coming. Rifts were going to swallow up the whole world," he says, and his chest aches, because how does it-- how does it even make sense? But it's what happened. It happened. He was there. "Scientists said there'd-- Rifts would open for a brief amount of time, letting small groups go through to God knows where. I don't even know. The last time the cruise ship took me, it took me before I could see where I ended up, and it's been-- I've been here for a very long time."
For weeks, months maybe. It's hard to keep track. This place doesn't have calendars. His voice aches with it. "When I last saw you, we-- we were saying goodbye." His eyes burn further, and he downs his drink before he looks over at her, ache in his gaze, amazement that she is-- she's here beside him having a drink. "Forever."