[ He can't even imagine what it would have been like.
(He finds himself not wanting to, because it's so easy to sleep and forget the world and while away the centuries dreaming of what was. He doesn't need to add 'what could have been' to that.
It was what that little hideaway was for, after all. Years slipped away so easily when you were dead, sand through an hourglass.)
"At least you didn't wait".
He turns his head away and is doubly glad that signs of embarrassment are something he can't really show any more. ]
Well. [ His voice is even quieter than usual. ]
It's not as if I stopped.
[ He'd filled his time with study and caretaking and busywork. If nothing had gone wrong, he would have been entirely content with that. He is content with this existence, now, in his own way.
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(He finds himself not wanting to, because it's so easy to sleep and forget the world and while away the centuries dreaming of what was. He doesn't need to add 'what could have been' to that.
It was what that little hideaway was for, after all. Years slipped away so easily when you were dead, sand through an hourglass.)
"At least you didn't wait".
He turns his head away and is doubly glad that signs of embarrassment are something he can't really show any more. ]
Well. [ His voice is even quieter than usual. ]
It's not as if I stopped.
[ He'd filled his time with study and caretaking and busywork. If nothing had gone wrong, he would have been entirely content with that. He is content with this existence, now, in his own way.
But there had never been anybody else. ]