[ Will laughs at that suggestion. A world populated by rejects, existing amidst scrap...all of it manufactured and none of it natural...
His lungs feel a little hollow, now. Will doesn't even quite realize he's pressing that talk button as he wonders to himself, ] I wonder who rejected this place, before it grabbed us...
[ But— right, absent fathers and bad childhoods. Will can relate, unfortunately, and it's a sensation about as cold as one of his dad's shitty PBRs from the fridge. He drags himself back to what Ivar is saying, and...hold on, now. ]
A kingdom. In Norway. [ There is obvious, cautious doubt in Will's tone. He's seen enough impossible things to be distantly aware that maybe he should accept this, too, at face value, but he can't. There's a mystery attached to it. ] Maybe I didn't ask the right question.
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His lungs feel a little hollow, now. Will doesn't even quite realize he's pressing that talk button as he wonders to himself, ] I wonder who rejected this place, before it grabbed us...
[ But— right, absent fathers and bad childhoods. Will can relate, unfortunately, and it's a sensation about as cold as one of his dad's shitty PBRs from the fridge. He drags himself back to what Ivar is saying, and...hold on, now. ]
A kingdom. In Norway. [ There is obvious, cautious doubt in Will's tone. He's seen enough impossible things to be distantly aware that maybe he should accept this, too, at face value, but he can't. There's a mystery attached to it. ] Maybe I didn't ask the right question.
When are you from?