[ A longer pause than the rest because it's true that some people do enjoy it in the City -- curses or no. Some people prefer it. Some never want to leave. Arthur ultimately wants to return to the reality he left because it...is his. This, whatever one calls it, is temporary. Right? It still bothers him on some level to be building....whatever of a life one can call it, somewhere it won't last. Hypothetically.
Depends how much a person remembers upon leaving though, he supposes, or how many people -- if that's the case.
He clears his throat. ]
I used to hate it.
[ Determined to 'wake up' more like. ]
Now...well it's what most seem to do here: I live with it.
[ Less about being a committed citizen versus a determined escapee and more about...coping. If he spent his years trying to leave always failing...well by now he'd be crazy. Probably.
And it doesn't really bear thinking about...that route. ]
[He sighs. It's hard to explain exactly why he's gotten used to the City -- sure, he wants to get out eventually, but it's not the worst thing that's happened to him, not by far. He knows it can't last forever, knows people go home, but he doesn't know when it'll happen to him.]
I miss my kid, but I guess we just kinda... learn to accept bein' here and deal with it.
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Depends how much a person remembers upon leaving though, he supposes, or how many people -- if that's the case.
He clears his throat. ]
I used to hate it.
[ Determined to 'wake up' more like. ]
Now...well it's what most seem to do here: I live with it.
[ Less about being a committed citizen versus a determined escapee and more about...coping. If he spent his years trying to leave always failing...well by now he'd be crazy. Probably.
And it doesn't really bear thinking about...that route. ]
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[He sighs. It's hard to explain exactly why he's gotten used to the City -- sure, he wants to get out eventually, but it's not the worst thing that's happened to him, not by far. He knows it can't last forever, knows people go home, but he doesn't know when it'll happen to him.]
I miss my kid, but I guess we just kinda... learn to accept bein' here and deal with it.
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[ He starts to say one thing but stops himself when he fully registers 'my kid'. ]
How old's your kid?
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I'm more...
[ he pauses, frowns on his side of the device... ]
...honorary uncle. I guess.
What's his name?
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[There's affection in his tone, though, even through the sarcastic complaint.]
His name's Tommy.
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Good name.
Honorary niece is Phillipa, honorary nephew is James.
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[ 8( and let's not even mention 'Artie' or so on... ]
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