And there it is, the clarification he really should have asked for earlier. Newer to - the group, the place. Manhattan? Manhattan New York? Yes, she confirms in the next few words, New York fucking City. That's not a place he ever thought he'd be.
"A Rift," echoes Persis, picking up on the more pertinent information as usual. "That's some next level shit right there."
"No kidding." Castor shifts his lighter to his other hand and reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "So, you're saying I might, what, wake up there? Or..." How is this even happening, this dream thing, when last he remembers he was in his own shithole flat back in Northfuck Minneapolis?
"Okay. I'm just gonna. Deal with that when it happens," he says abruptly.
"Yes, that always works out so well," sighs Persis, even though she knows full well it kind of does.
"The answer is yes, we have, um, affinities," says Castor, barreling onward and away from the too-dizzying concept of a new universe. "We don't call them that. And... we choose them, kind of. Is that what it's like in your... universe?" What what what.
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"A Rift," echoes Persis, picking up on the more pertinent information as usual. "That's some next level shit right there."
"No kidding." Castor shifts his lighter to his other hand and reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "So, you're saying I might, what, wake up there? Or..." How is this even happening, this dream thing, when last he remembers he was in his own shithole flat back in Northfuck Minneapolis?
"Okay. I'm just gonna. Deal with that when it happens," he says abruptly.
"Yes, that always works out so well," sighs Persis, even though she knows full well it kind of does.
"The answer is yes, we have, um, affinities," says Castor, barreling onward and away from the too-dizzying concept of a new universe. "We don't call them that. And... we choose them, kind of. Is that what it's like in your... universe?" What what what.