Oh, the knife in the pocket runs in the family, does it.
You intervened to save Hob?
[ It's a question, but only barely. And it isn't a question of "what did you do," really, it's a question of "why?"
Johanna knows, intellectually, that the Morpheus in front of her isn't exactly the one who arrived here, and that probably neither version is responsible for the way he disappeared. But part of her still wonders: if given the chance to escape this prison, would Morpheus think for one second about the rest of the people left behind?
(Would she?)
(The fact that she still doesn't know whether the answer is a certain yes -- that she knows she'd be fully capable of running away even now -- feels like a hand around her throat.) ]
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You intervened to save Hob?
[ It's a question, but only barely. And it isn't a question of "what did you do," really, it's a question of "why?"
Johanna knows, intellectually, that the Morpheus in front of her isn't exactly the one who arrived here, and that probably neither version is responsible for the way he disappeared. But part of her still wonders: if given the chance to escape this prison, would Morpheus think for one second about the rest of the people left behind?
(Would she?)
(The fact that she still doesn't know whether the answer is a certain yes -- that she knows she'd be fully capable of running away even now -- feels like a hand around her throat.) ]