[Stiles would be right to assume that Liem is unfamiliar with Greece, Hollywood, and the world they both hailed from. He's learned some things about Earth from others in Kenos who came from there, but his knowledge of it is piecemeal, stitched together with large gaps where the most mundane, unremarkable swathes of culture would be. It doesn't help that the people he's met from there have all hailed from different time periods.
He does his best to ignore the intense scrutiny he's still receiving from his conversational partner. Liem can't entirely shut down inquiries about his less-human nature as being only his business; after all, it's not unreasonable for people to want to know if one of their colleagues is a man-eating vampire. Still, he's desperate to steer the conversation away from himself as much as he can. Little good has ever come of him telling others more about himself.]
When I was first pulled from my world, before I emerged into the next, I had a… vision, or a dream — and in it, I saw… all of Creation dying. Worlds upon worlds winking out, crumbling to nothing. It felt very real… but it wasn't really proof, and I refused to take it as such, even if everyone who came to that land had the same dream.
[It hadn't stopped him from embracing that destruction after all, at least for the time he'd been there, but that was an entirely different story, and not one of any great relevance now. He moves on.]
Then I was brought here, and I was told essentially the same thing: that our worlds are all ending, are maybe fated to end. And here, it's easier to see how that might be true.
The people here, the places — they're all cast-offs from somewhere else, or the descendants of them, drifting in the void. You might find relics from other worlds in the libraries here, but as far as everyone in Kenos is concerned, this is all that's left.
That is what I mean when I say that this place is perched on the edge of existence. It is made up of the dregs of other places, and other cultures — and even those who were born here are enthusiastic in their desire to one day set foot on living soil, whether it's a treasured homeworld or a new one altogether.
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[Stiles would be right to assume that Liem is unfamiliar with Greece, Hollywood, and the world they both hailed from. He's learned some things about Earth from others in Kenos who came from there, but his knowledge of it is piecemeal, stitched together with large gaps where the most mundane, unremarkable swathes of culture would be. It doesn't help that the people he's met from there have all hailed from different time periods.
He does his best to ignore the intense scrutiny he's still receiving from his conversational partner. Liem can't entirely shut down inquiries about his less-human nature as being only his business; after all, it's not unreasonable for people to want to know if one of their colleagues is a man-eating vampire. Still, he's desperate to steer the conversation away from himself as much as he can. Little good has ever come of him telling others more about himself.]
When I was first pulled from my world, before I emerged into the next, I had a… vision, or a dream — and in it, I saw… all of Creation dying. Worlds upon worlds winking out, crumbling to nothing. It felt very real… but it wasn't really proof, and I refused to take it as such, even if everyone who came to that land had the same dream.
[It hadn't stopped him from embracing that destruction after all, at least for the time he'd been there, but that was an entirely different story, and not one of any great relevance now. He moves on.]
Then I was brought here, and I was told essentially the same thing: that our worlds are all ending, are maybe fated to end. And here, it's easier to see how that might be true.
The people here, the places — they're all cast-offs from somewhere else, or the descendants of them, drifting in the void. You might find relics from other worlds in the libraries here, but as far as everyone in Kenos is concerned, this is all that's left.
That is what I mean when I say that this place is perched on the edge of existence. It is made up of the dregs of other places, and other cultures — and even those who were born here are enthusiastic in their desire to one day set foot on living soil, whether it's a treasured homeworld or a new one altogether.