[ It is Amos' lucky day, because Matt's alive and he seems to move past the moment of emotion smoothly enough--a bit of wobble, but no tears. Shock undoubtedly helps. Adrenaline. And the metaphysical puzzles he's been presented with; they give his mind something to gnaw on that isn't despair. ]
What's possible.
[ He tests the taste in his mouth. Sounds steady when he says it. He wonders, though, why digging his way up from the earth like a tulip should be possible--why shifting the cycle of the cosmos from one stage to another should be possible--and reviving the dead couldn't be.
When Matt looks back to Amos' face, he's once again met with a happiness and hope he can't bear to quash. And maybe it's not misplaced. He did just get here, after all--it'd be stupid to think he knows all he's going to learn already. ]
Maybe once I ... actually see this place. And have a little time to think. Maybe I'll figure out why I picked the way I did.
[ "Picked" feels like an insultingly small word for the weight of the choice. But Matt is, after all, still a mortal man. Small, despite his talents. And god, does he feel it. ]
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What's possible.
[ He tests the taste in his mouth. Sounds steady when he says it. He wonders, though, why digging his way up from the earth like a tulip should be possible--why shifting the cycle of the cosmos from one stage to another should be possible--and reviving the dead couldn't be.
When Matt looks back to Amos' face, he's once again met with a happiness and hope he can't bear to quash. And maybe it's not misplaced. He did just get here, after all--it'd be stupid to think he knows all he's going to learn already. ]
Maybe once I ... actually see this place. And have a little time to think. Maybe I'll figure out why I picked the way I did.
[ "Picked" feels like an insultingly small word for the weight of the choice. But Matt is, after all, still a mortal man. Small, despite his talents. And god, does he feel it. ]