"Not really," Ned says. He thinks of Digby with a pang of sadness, but other than him, what did Ned's life really have going for it? His shop? Was that all his life had been but silence and isolation, exhaustion and a kind of hopelessness that he had gotten so used to that he didn't see it any longer, even when it was wrapped around him like a shroud? His small smile is rueful and he shrugs. It's easier to see how empty his life before had been, now that it is starting to fill.
"My story's nowhere near as exciting as yours. No gods or swordsmen or wars with sorcerers. Just owned a little pie shop. Lived with my dog. All very simple. Wouldn't make a good summer movie."
Of course, if Wallie has been here as long as he said, chances are he knows it's a bit more complicated than all that. Then again, Ned hadn't spoken to him at the time: perhaps he hadn't heard? It seems a longshot, but not entirely impossible.
"If it weren't for the cameras and the food shortage and people disappearing and getting experimented on, I might even like it better here."
He knows it's perhaps a worrying thing to admit, but perhaps Wallie will understand, as someone who already went from one life in one world to a different one in another.
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"My story's nowhere near as exciting as yours. No gods or swordsmen or wars with sorcerers. Just owned a little pie shop. Lived with my dog. All very simple. Wouldn't make a good summer movie."
Of course, if Wallie has been here as long as he said, chances are he knows it's a bit more complicated than all that. Then again, Ned hadn't spoken to him at the time: perhaps he hadn't heard? It seems a longshot, but not entirely impossible.
"If it weren't for the cameras and the food shortage and people disappearing and getting experimented on, I might even like it better here."
He knows it's perhaps a worrying thing to admit, but perhaps Wallie will understand, as someone who already went from one life in one world to a different one in another.