[ He thinks about it. Then, almost sheepishly, he removes his blue notebook from his jacket pocket and scribbles a brief note in it. If Midnight catches a glimpse at the writing inside, he'll see that contrary to Kim's fastidious appearance, his handwriting is hurried and looping, nearly illegible. He snaps the notebook closed again. ]
I wouldn't immediately discount it as a possibility. There's something keeping this place isolated. I can almost buy it being made to move more than anything else. A theory to keep in mind.
[ Not that speculation was the point of this conversation at all. Still, sometimes he just can't help himself. ]
But I had made similar assumptions of my own, about why this place is the way it is. A part of me simply assumed that the boundaries have something to do with the Pale, only receding instead of encroaching... [ He shakes his head. ] Ah, well. For the best that it's not. [ He takes another sip of his drink, lets it linger down in his chest. ] To be honest, I don't think about it much. The Pale. It's just a reality of the world as I know it. I think about it as much as I would the sky, the sea, the oxygen I breathe, the dirt under my boots. I would assume it's much the same for you, save for when natural disasters knock at your own doorstep.
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[ He thinks about it. Then, almost sheepishly, he removes his blue notebook from his jacket pocket and scribbles a brief note in it. If Midnight catches a glimpse at the writing inside, he'll see that contrary to Kim's fastidious appearance, his handwriting is hurried and looping, nearly illegible. He snaps the notebook closed again. ]
I wouldn't immediately discount it as a possibility. There's something keeping this place isolated. I can almost buy it being made to move more than anything else. A theory to keep in mind.
[ Not that speculation was the point of this conversation at all. Still, sometimes he just can't help himself. ]
But I had made similar assumptions of my own, about why this place is the way it is. A part of me simply assumed that the boundaries have something to do with the Pale, only receding instead of encroaching... [ He shakes his head. ] Ah, well. For the best that it's not. [ He takes another sip of his drink, lets it linger down in his chest. ] To be honest, I don't think about it much. The Pale. It's just a reality of the world as I know it. I think about it as much as I would the sky, the sea, the oxygen I breathe, the dirt under my boots. I would assume it's much the same for you, save for when natural disasters knock at your own doorstep.