"You do!" He insists, assuming Ekkehardt to not entirely believe. "Like, you wouldn't point it out or anything or brag about, but if it came down to a disaster, you'd definitely be the one standing up and saying 'everybody who doesn't know how to fly a plane get out of my way'." He laughs a little at his own explanation.
"You've got a cool head. I kind of envy that. Not that I don't like being open but... I don't know, just being able to seem like things are in control, even if they're not, that's pretty cool. Especially since you're not cold or anything under all that. Just... careful." He bobs his head. Then shrugs. "That's the impression I've got." It's not as though he's known the guy for very long after all. For all he knows, Ekkehardt could be a secret party animal.
"Anyway, that's actually pretty clever when you put it like that. Not a better place in the world for being unfound then like in the outlands." Kind of sad too, that this is something that's worried about but, this world, it could be like that.
"But I wasn't so lucky, no-- if I can call it that considering I dodge a civil war." He shoots Ekkehardt a wry smile. "My Primos and I could never settle down anywhere. We usually only had as much magic to keep ourselves going, nothing to really keep things from coming after us. So we just kept moving. Some of us wanted to go back, like me, and so we'd look for ways out, but I think others just... didn't want to bother, you know? Bad times on Earth or dying too young or getting too damaged to hide out here. That and, well, we were family. If I'd never... married, had my daughter, I might've stayed too. But at the same time it's like, you'd see so much and lose so many and you'd get up one night and look over and there'd be another one gone and you realize hours later after you've already packed up that you can't muster anything more. Like you're almost too tired to be sad about it unless you think about it all together." He wonders if Ekkehardt can understand that. He kind of wished no one did. But even still, he tugs up a weaker smile, having let it just about slip away through all that.
"I think... if there were ever a world I went back... I'd take everything I'm learning and that I've learned already and I'd... find a way we could stay in one place. Protected. And we could take all our crappy tents and crappier rolling shanty shacks, and wagons and caravans; we'd set it all down. Build a little shantytown. It would be... hideous. But it would be home." And together, they'd have enough fun, drinking, singing, telling old stories, it wouldn't matter as much that they were fading one by one. He laughs, rubbing at his face a bit. "Sorry. I don't usually get to talk about those guys much. Getting all sentimental on you and we haven't even reached the bar."
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"You've got a cool head. I kind of envy that. Not that I don't like being open but... I don't know, just being able to seem like things are in control, even if they're not, that's pretty cool. Especially since you're not cold or anything under all that. Just... careful." He bobs his head. Then shrugs. "That's the impression I've got." It's not as though he's known the guy for very long after all. For all he knows, Ekkehardt could be a secret party animal.
"Anyway, that's actually pretty clever when you put it like that. Not a better place in the world for being unfound then like in the outlands." Kind of sad too, that this is something that's worried about but, this world, it could be like that.
"But I wasn't so lucky, no-- if I can call it that considering I dodge a civil war." He shoots Ekkehardt a wry smile. "My Primos and I could never settle down anywhere. We usually only had as much magic to keep ourselves going, nothing to really keep things from coming after us. So we just kept moving. Some of us wanted to go back, like me, and so we'd look for ways out, but I think others just... didn't want to bother, you know? Bad times on Earth or dying too young or getting too damaged to hide out here. That and, well, we were family. If I'd never... married, had my daughter, I might've stayed too. But at the same time it's like, you'd see so much and lose so many and you'd get up one night and look over and there'd be another one gone and you realize hours later after you've already packed up that you can't muster anything more. Like you're almost too tired to be sad about it unless you think about it all together." He wonders if Ekkehardt can understand that. He kind of wished no one did. But even still, he tugs up a weaker smile, having let it just about slip away through all that.
"I think... if there were ever a world I went back... I'd take everything I'm learning and that I've learned already and I'd... find a way we could stay in one place. Protected. And we could take all our crappy tents and crappier rolling shanty shacks, and wagons and caravans; we'd set it all down. Build a little shantytown. It would be... hideous. But it would be home." And together, they'd have enough fun, drinking, singing, telling old stories, it wouldn't matter as much that they were fading one by one. He laughs, rubbing at his face a bit. "Sorry. I don't usually get to talk about those guys much. Getting all sentimental on you and we haven't even reached the bar."