The briefest consideration of their surroundings raises prickles of frustration. He can do so little here. In this world, he is exactly as he appears, for the first time in his life.
It is cruel, in a way. Having a wish granted in a place like this one.
"Oh, that depends," is what he speaks aloud. Light over the words, as he stows the gun. The holster is worn, but serviceable. And John needs both hands free as he maneuvers across the uneven surface to seat himself on a crate against the wall.
When he continues, his tone hasn't wavered.
"If you want a true story, or something fabricated, for starters."
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The briefest consideration of their surroundings raises prickles of frustration. He can do so little here. In this world, he is exactly as he appears, for the first time in his life.
It is cruel, in a way. Having a wish granted in a place like this one.
"Oh, that depends," is what he speaks aloud. Light over the words, as he stows the gun. The holster is worn, but serviceable. And John needs both hands free as he maneuvers across the uneven surface to seat himself on a crate against the wall.
When he continues, his tone hasn't wavered.
"If you want a true story, or something fabricated, for starters."