[ Well, she has a point. All these things are wildly inconceivable. Before arriving in Etraya he would have blown such a thing off as a delusion if anyone had told him. But it feels real. And even if it's not real... in some twisted way he has what he's always wanted. Waking up, seeing Harold first thing in the morning. Making dinner for Harold. Doing all these stupid little things with Harold that add up to some sort of life he craves, even if he'll never let on. Even if Harold doesn't realize that John has slept better in years now that he's safe in the library, now that he knows Harold is just in the other room. It doesn't stop all the nightmares or the restless nights where he can't fall asleep, but they're markedly less.
If he knew it wasn't real, he would give it up. He would. But he does want it to be real. And more practically— ]
And what if it is? What if we really are trying to save our world? Can you give up on that chance?
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If he knew it wasn't real, he would give it up. He would. But he does want it to be real. And more practically— ]
And what if it is? What if we really are trying to save our world? Can you give up on that chance?