Wonderland is much as they left it before – the sky is bright blue, filled with fluffy white clouds, while the ground is a checkerboard of white and black tiles. Victor feels the King peering at it all through his eyes. “What do you think?” he asks quietly.
It’s beautiful, the King says, sound a little – choked up? I – I hadn’t realized. . .how much I missed this place. Of course, I was dead before, then there was the problem with your perceptions of yourself. . . .
“Yes, I know,” Victor says, grimacing. He hates how his self-loathing was thrown into such stark relief by the incident, but in a way he’s glad too. Maybe now he can get some proper help.
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Date: 2011-02-27 02:57 am (UTC)From:It’s beautiful, the King says, sound a little – choked up? I – I hadn’t realized. . .how much I missed this place. Of course, I was dead before, then there was the problem with your perceptions of yourself. . . .
“Yes, I know,” Victor says, grimacing. He hates how his self-loathing was thrown into such stark relief by the incident, but in a way he’s glad too. Maybe now he can get some proper help.