It had been a decent holiday, really, Enjolras supposed, and all right, he had made some use of the time that he was there between the worlds, particularly as it came to spending time with the friends who had either never found their way here, or with those he had never been able to make his appreciation and love for clear, trickling all the way from Combeferre to his first (and only) editor, and even to Mere Hucheloup who had let them tear apart her wineshop to make their barricade. And he'd done it without a paper or a pen of any sort in sight. He'd been productive, and, more importantly than that, he'd come to a sort of peace with all of them, leaving it perfectly clear where everyone stood.
But now, all that was over, and it's time for the work, and very literal work it was, that stretches out before them. He's nodding at Sokka's words, a little wistful itself. "It helped, actually. I barely remember most of it now, exactly what I told them, but...I know I made my peace with everyone I cared to make it with. Dreaming though it was, vague as it all actually is, I cannot mind that we were stuck there, if returning to all of..."
He's repeating the gesture, with a somewhat worried, somewhat amused tone, because, really, is there any better way to put it than the gesture and the search for words. "I am not even going to ask how they've changed as much as the update we've just been given suggests. Where I come from, nature's timetable is a great deal slower. Perhaps we could have used something like that in Paris."
Though the pendant is heavy around his neck, and when he notices it again, his thoughts are back to Taraja too. He wouldn't begrudge the hatchlings any siblings they had left, or the choice to go on with them; he had done the same with les amis through everything that the first life had brought them, after all, but yes, that absence is still there, and comes up to gnaw at him just after he thinks that he's accepted and can handle it. It is still just so...
Well. There is a moment where he follows Sokka's gaze, wondering too. Well, much less about the pocket universe; science is the sort of thing that he left to his friends, thank you very much; he'd barely managed in the law school, practically designed for slackers who didn't give much of a damn back then. When it comes to Taraja though, he almost pictures her, then stops again, when it doesn't feel quite right. How she must have grown by now! There is a second, maybe even a few where that's especially cutting, but thankfully, Sokka is interrupting what could have lead to a very depressing moment, and he finds he has to nod.
"I think that they must. Our energy has to have changed a little, I would think, from when we were asleep. And, yes, perhaps they will. It is a small current, after all. Well, relatively speaking, considering how far apart the rest of us here were when we were pulled. That is the other strange part of this. It would seem Asti is taking some sort of a well earned rest."
That really was completely strange and new and not something he'd ever thought they would encounter, somehow.
"Apparently, he's not speaking to anyone, these days. Then again, if any of my friends did not notice I was being impersonated by a force of massive evil until nearly too late, I suppose that could be awkward."
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But now, all that was over, and it's time for the work, and very literal work it was, that stretches out before them. He's nodding at Sokka's words, a little wistful itself. "It helped, actually. I barely remember most of it now, exactly what I told them, but...I know I made my peace with everyone I cared to make it with. Dreaming though it was, vague as it all actually is, I cannot mind that we were stuck there, if returning to all of..."
He's repeating the gesture, with a somewhat worried, somewhat amused tone, because, really, is there any better way to put it than the gesture and the search for words. "I am not even going to ask how they've changed as much as the update we've just been given suggests. Where I come from, nature's timetable is a great deal slower. Perhaps we could have used something like that in Paris."
Though the pendant is heavy around his neck, and when he notices it again, his thoughts are back to Taraja too. He wouldn't begrudge the hatchlings any siblings they had left, or the choice to go on with them; he had done the same with les amis through everything that the first life had brought them, after all, but yes, that absence is still there, and comes up to gnaw at him just after he thinks that he's accepted and can handle it. It is still just so...
Well. There is a moment where he follows Sokka's gaze, wondering too. Well, much less about the pocket universe; science is the sort of thing that he left to his friends, thank you very much; he'd barely managed in the law school, practically designed for slackers who didn't give much of a damn back then. When it comes to Taraja though, he almost pictures her, then stops again, when it doesn't feel quite right. How she must have grown by now! There is a second, maybe even a few where that's especially cutting, but thankfully, Sokka is interrupting what could have lead to a very depressing moment, and he finds he has to nod.
"I think that they must. Our energy has to have changed a little, I would think, from when we were asleep. And, yes, perhaps they will. It is a small current, after all. Well, relatively speaking, considering how far apart the rest of us here were when we were pulled. That is the other strange part of this. It would seem Asti is taking some sort of a well earned rest."
That really was completely strange and new and not something he'd ever thought they would encounter, somehow.
"Apparently, he's not speaking to anyone, these days. Then again, if any of my friends did not notice I was being impersonated by a force of massive evil until nearly too late, I suppose that could be awkward."