“But what good is a golden age if it all ends up like this?” Aoba wondered, considering empty cityscapes below them. Still his tone was thoughtful, humbled by what he was seeing. Being in the city wasn’t unlike being in the Districts on a much larger scale. It didn’t feel like a place of war when he was well fed, comfortably housed, and perfectly safe.
It was a gentle variety of a wake-up call, seeing the empty world below and taking a few degrees of ‘abstract’ out of the way he envisioned Declan’s version of their world.
“Chances are I won’t be there to see it, anyway,” he added, free hand slowly ruffling Ren’s fur as they looked out the window together. It seemed crazily unlikely to him that his own day and age could be the one that would see the arrival of the Traveler. It would be too far-fetched of a coincidence.
But say it did happen in Aoba’s era. Would it even matter, if he meant to come back to Declan’s?
…Well, so it wouldn’t matter to him, but it was nice to imagine that everyone still on the island might benefit from the arrival of the Traveler in their lifetime. Let them not have to know, or worry, about how it would all eventually end.
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It was a gentle variety of a wake-up call, seeing the empty world below and taking a few degrees of ‘abstract’ out of the way he envisioned Declan’s version of their world.
“Chances are I won’t be there to see it, anyway,” he added, free hand slowly ruffling Ren’s fur as they looked out the window together. It seemed crazily unlikely to him that his own day and age could be the one that would see the arrival of the Traveler. It would be too far-fetched of a coincidence.
But say it did happen in Aoba’s era. Would it even matter, if he meant to come back to Declan’s?
…Well, so it wouldn’t matter to him, but it was nice to imagine that everyone still on the island might benefit from the arrival of the Traveler in their lifetime. Let them not have to know, or worry, about how it would all eventually end.