"Camp should be abandoned. Far enough out that no one goes there any more- certainly not without reason to. Offer's still going to be open if you need it."
Should be really more or less meant is, it was just that it was sort of a long story. And talking about how his mother-in-law had decided to live in exile out there alongside the ghost of a man Aden had watched die more than five years ago didn't exactly seem like a good way to ease his former fellow Voidtrecker into what life was like in this world.
When everything probably seemed insane to him already, then heaping more insanity on top of all that was more likely to bring the breaking point around a lot quicker.
What he needed now, Aden thought, was something that made a bit more sense than that. Not that something that made more sense seemed to want to show itself just yet.
The question of whether time went a bit funny on him had Aden draw in a breath of his own, looking thoughtful as he tried to think about how to formulate his response in a way that wasn't just an idiotic little yeah of confirmation, "... I watched you walk off the train, actually."
Aden had known then that the Void didn't really work like that, but he'd hoped that he'd be able to go home. That had been his wish for everyone who walked off into the fog that they had come out of on arrival.
And time had gone on, even after he had left.
"I don't remember much after that. I don't know if I went to bed and fell asleep, or walked off the train myself, but next thing I know, I was here again."
He'd been happy... Sort of. Settled back into things, at least.
Unhappy with the gaps in his memory because he didn't know if that was him or if it was because of the train. Trying to remember the exact things he'd been doing, the exact moment when he himself must have walked off the train and gone home made his head hurt. A different sort of hurt than his migraines. The sort of hurt that pain medication apparently had no effect on.
So he'd stopped trying, despite his unease. Despite the paranoia telling him that he needed to be aware, prepared, to remember because it might happen again.
Telling himself that the train and everyone he'd met had been a long dream had been easier. And so he had, as well as he could. Still had written down what he could remember. Still had told his closest companions about it all. But the days had dragged on and he'd settled down about as much as he could and figured the worst of otherworldly tomfoolery was behind him.
The war had been moved to the forefront of his mind, and the shrieking paranoia had been sealed off to some dark corner of his mind to be poked at a later date.
And he'd been content that way. Until today.
"It's been a few weeks since then. So I think time went a little funny on us both. I'm sure it thinks it's real fucking hilarious."
Bitterness, a sharp sort of tone that he hadn't really used on the train. Quick to fade, along with the sharper expression that had gone with it, countenance schooled back into something entirely more neutral.
For all that Aden was used to things being weird, he preferred a world he could make some sort of sense of. Jedi, shit, Sith, shit, war being nasty business, that sort of thing. Because he understood that.
Anything else was an unwelcome variable.
"Fade, Void, the Force, whatever it is, I think both time and worlds got a bit mixed up for some reason or other. If you'll let me I want to help you sort it out though."
A shrug, "Can't have you wandering around Odessen all on your lonesome, after all. Maybe staying here won't make a lot of sense to you," Here, as in, in the base where the rest of them all were, "But I can assure you that my grumpy fucking mug is a lot more pleasant than the shade stalkers in the forest, at any rate."
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Should be really more or less meant is, it was just that it was sort of a long story. And talking about how his mother-in-law had decided to live in exile out there alongside the ghost of a man Aden had watched die more than five years ago didn't exactly seem like a good way to ease his former fellow Voidtrecker into what life was like in this world.
When everything probably seemed insane to him already, then heaping more insanity on top of all that was more likely to bring the breaking point around a lot quicker.
What he needed now, Aden thought, was something that made a bit more sense than that. Not that something that made more sense seemed to want to show itself just yet.
The question of whether time went a bit funny on him had Aden draw in a breath of his own, looking thoughtful as he tried to think about how to formulate his response in a way that wasn't just an idiotic little yeah of confirmation, "... I watched you walk off the train, actually."
Aden had known then that the Void didn't really work like that, but he'd hoped that he'd be able to go home. That had been his wish for everyone who walked off into the fog that they had come out of on arrival.
And time had gone on, even after he had left.
"I don't remember much after that. I don't know if I went to bed and fell asleep, or walked off the train myself, but next thing I know, I was here again."
He'd been happy... Sort of. Settled back into things, at least.
Unhappy with the gaps in his memory because he didn't know if that was him or if it was because of the train. Trying to remember the exact things he'd been doing, the exact moment when he himself must have walked off the train and gone home made his head hurt. A different sort of hurt than his migraines. The sort of hurt that pain medication apparently had no effect on.
So he'd stopped trying, despite his unease. Despite the paranoia telling him that he needed to be aware, prepared, to remember because it might happen again.
Telling himself that the train and everyone he'd met had been a long dream had been easier. And so he had, as well as he could. Still had written down what he could remember. Still had told his closest companions about it all. But the days had dragged on and he'd settled down about as much as he could and figured the worst of otherworldly tomfoolery was behind him.
The war had been moved to the forefront of his mind, and the shrieking paranoia had been sealed off to some dark corner of his mind to be poked at a later date.
And he'd been content that way. Until today.
"It's been a few weeks since then. So I think time went a little funny on us both. I'm sure it thinks it's real fucking hilarious."
Bitterness, a sharp sort of tone that he hadn't really used on the train. Quick to fade, along with the sharper expression that had gone with it, countenance schooled back into something entirely more neutral.
For all that Aden was used to things being weird, he preferred a world he could make some sort of sense of. Jedi, shit, Sith, shit, war being nasty business, that sort of thing. Because he understood that.
Anything else was an unwelcome variable.
"Fade, Void, the Force, whatever it is, I think both time and worlds got a bit mixed up for some reason or other. If you'll let me I want to help you sort it out though."
A shrug, "Can't have you wandering around Odessen all on your lonesome, after all. Maybe staying here won't make a lot of sense to you," Here, as in, in the base where the rest of them all were, "But I can assure you that my grumpy fucking mug is a lot more pleasant than the shade stalkers in the forest, at any rate."