Like her companion, Garnet was quiet, lost in the thoughts of what was to come. It had all seemed surreal when they'd been sent ahead, and it had only gotten stranger; filling out paper work, getting their photos taken. They'd been issued ID's, birth-certificates, everything they would need to efficiently blend-in with earth society, without suspicion. But that wasn't what Garnet was looking through at the moment. All the government issued documents had been stashed away, and in Garnet's hands was one of Odd's manuscripts. She hadn't had the heart to read any of them yet.
She wondered idly, if she ever would.
Silently, she tucked the manuscript in question back into the bag with the rest of them, and pulled her legs up to her knees. Her gaze wandered to the ceiling, up and back, until she was falling back into the pillows of her too-hard hotel bed.
"It's so strange... seeing all those places we'd passed by so many times, and they're all in one piece. Active... well taken care of... thriving," she murmured, and looked
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"Yeah." It came out sounding breathless and he wondered when he'd stopped breathing. He reminded himself to start again, and added, "Yeah, it's surreal. It's like this thing that took up six months of our lives wasn't even real."
It was real, though, or else he'd still be back in Europe, on a boat across the Morend Channel to Easter Bend. He frowned, staring down at the carpeting. "According to the rest of the world here, it wasn't real. It never happened. I don't even know how to feel about that."
Garnet was silent for a long moment, studying the rough stucco ceiling. Now that it was all over, she'd had time to think back on everything that happened. When she'd arrived, she'd been barefoot and disoriented in the dead of winter. She'd never forget the feel of snow against bare feet, or when she'd learned what Christmas was. Those had been only the beginning. She remembered hours spent in half-broken pews, looking up at broken statues.
"...Before we leave this Manhattan... I want to go see the Cathedral," said Garnet, as she hugged a pillow.
The Cathedral. He remembered that she'd been staying there for a while, what felt like ages ago. He remembered helping with the repairs when the spire had fallen through the roof in the wake of one of the monsters. He remembered meeting there to discuss the Roosevelt Island rescue.
"Okay," he said, rising to his feet. He walked over to hold a hand down to her. "Let's go."
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She wondered idly, if she ever would.
Silently, she tucked the manuscript in question back into the bag with the rest of them, and pulled her legs up to her knees. Her gaze wandered to the ceiling, up and back, until she was falling back into the pillows of her too-hard hotel bed.
"It's so strange... seeing all those places we'd passed by so many times, and they're all in one piece. Active... well taken care of... thriving," she murmured, and looked ( ... )
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It was real, though, or else he'd still be back in Europe, on a boat across the Morend Channel to Easter Bend. He frowned, staring down at the carpeting. "According to the rest of the world here, it wasn't real. It never happened. I don't even know how to feel about that."
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"...Before we leave this Manhattan... I want to go see the Cathedral," said Garnet, as she hugged a pillow.
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"Okay," he said, rising to his feet. He walked over to hold a hand down to her. "Let's go."
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