Time
“What were you doing in that room? And what was that music this morning? It was beautiful, but distracting, and I want to know if it was your choice. Did it help you with whatever you were doing?”
After my built my anger has released, I’m attempting a calm approach. Time isn’t going to trust me if I’m aggressive. If he trusts me, it will give me room to escape.
My main goal, to get him to take me back to his village.
“The music is to fill the silence. It’s gets awfully quiet here,” he says softly. I have to agree, and I’ve only spent a small out of time here. When you live in between realities where no one else is, it would happen to get rather lonely. I doubt Time cares very much for that.
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