[ He considers. He presses his thumb to the crease between his eyebrows.
He does like her. He wants to pick her apart like someone's research project; he wants to watch her smile at jokes that only he has known for ten thousand years. He wants the camaraderie of it. He wants to dredge up every stupid bit he's been storing up alone over all these lifetimes, and spill them all out for an audience; he wants someone to laugh and get it. Annabel never did. Annabel never could. He alone came through that flood, and now—
He knows what this is: they've been hitting him over the head with it since day one. He could be John. He wants to be John. It already feels like surrender that he didn't come in with Be not afraid and a fleet of the dead; it feels like he has given up on being God.
But that's never been an option. ]
At grave risk of being predictable, I'm going to go with: it's a long story.
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He does like her. He wants to pick her apart like someone's research project; he wants to watch her smile at jokes that only he has known for ten thousand years. He wants the camaraderie of it. He wants to dredge up every stupid bit he's been storing up alone over all these lifetimes, and spill them all out for an audience; he wants someone to laugh and get it. Annabel never did. Annabel never could. He alone came through that flood, and now—
He knows what this is: they've been hitting him over the head with it since day one. He could be John. He wants to be John. It already feels like surrender that he didn't come in with Be not afraid and a fleet of the dead; it feels like he has given up on being God.
But that's never been an option. ]
At grave risk of being predictable, I'm going to go with: it's a long story.
Survive Godzilla and maybe I'll tell it.