But there's nothing to embarrass him if it never happened, is there? No harm? Certainly less than forcing Myr to chase him across the harbor district with his increasing inebriation and depression.]
It won't be long.
[Even if talking promises to be tough. He walks, rather than teleports, the distance; he needs time to think.
He enters gingerly. Nothing he's seen today has seemed absurd, or bizarre, or obviously unreal. It makes him wonder what is real, what's allowed to be.]
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But there's nothing to embarrass him if it never happened, is there? No harm? Certainly less than forcing Myr to chase him across the harbor district with his increasing inebriation and depression.]
It won't be long.
[Even if talking promises to be tough. He walks, rather than teleports, the distance; he needs time to think.
He enters gingerly. Nothing he's seen today has seemed absurd, or bizarre, or obviously unreal. It makes him wonder what is real, what's allowed to be.]