...Right. Instead of knowing for sure, why not trust entropy? [It usually gets the job done... eventually.]
You know, I brought your book all the way here, only to realize you won't even be able to take it inside. I suppose that's more of my assuming you're strictly human...
I suppose if you can move a bullet through space in an instant, a book should be nothing... [now he feels silly! but he still holds the book up between them. yes, the title is facing the captain so he sees both The Elixir of Love and Skulduggery's perpetually indecipherable stare.]
It's real. [seems to realize that makes no sense.] I didn't find it, shall we say, like I did most of my books. Only a few of them were with me as far back as my memory goes.
[assuming he means "find" the way he "finds" passengers...]
Ah... now that is interesting. [he tilts the book momentarily as if he might want to actually hold on to it for a little bit longer, now that he knows. but no; he took notes, and his memory seems... well, slightly less porous than it was after the time skip.] Are they all like this? Autobiographical religious texts? Step-by-step guides to living a more blessed life?
[he obviously puts up no resistance since he's... giving the book back of his own free will...]
I see. Three books from sometime before you became you. A shoreline in the late 80s, dotted with date palms. All very good details to work from. [he shoves his hands in his pockets.] I take it you'd like me to leave you alone now.
Understandable. [he... is going to respect this guy's privacy and not ask "wait, how do you sleep? do you have a normal bedroom in there? do you wear footie pajamas with a little night cap???"]
I'll leave you to it, then. You know where to find me, and I, you. Sweet dreams. [or more accurately: sweet memory recall, if you're incredibly unlucky!]
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You know, I brought your book all the way here, only to realize you won't even be able to take it inside. I suppose that's more of my assuming you're strictly human...
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Any reason for this one in particular?
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Ah... now that is interesting. [he tilts the book momentarily as if he might want to actually hold on to it for a little bit longer, now that he knows. but no; he took notes, and his memory seems... well, slightly less porous than it was after the time skip.] Are they all like this? Autobiographical religious texts? Step-by-step guides to living a more blessed life?
[as he holds the book out for him to take]
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[pretty much just. snatches the book back. entirely unnecessarily.]
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I see. Three books from sometime before you became you. A shoreline in the late 80s, dotted with date palms. All very good details to work from. [he shoves his hands in his pockets.] I take it you'd like me to leave you alone now.
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I'll leave you to it, then. You know where to find me, and I, you. Sweet dreams. [or more accurately: sweet memory recall, if you're incredibly
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Until we meet again. [he pushes off the wall, turns, and then walks directly into the sealed door, passing through it as if it weren't even there.]