Logan thought for a minute, as they walked, about the idea of being someone else, or another version of himself. It was the kind of thing he'd been trying not to think about too hard for a while now; he wondered if it was anything like Elle and Veronica, if they had more in common than he knew, if that was some kind of weird archetype or whatever, pretty little blonde girl throwing off sparks, or freakish typecasting, or what. And what kind of roles would his actor play? The idea of being someone else wasn't without its appeal, but he kind of figured if anything about him carried through the universe or multiverse or whatever it would be his dissatisfaction and screwy luck. All of it might be moot if Una couldn't remember how it worked, but...
Cards on the table. (Most of them, anyway.) "Here's the thing. I've got...a few reasons why going back home, being stuck there after things I've learned here - assuming I'm not going to just forget everything, which is kind of depressing and anyway it's not like you can plan for that - there are reasons why that would really. Kind of suck." He'd tried to imagine it, being back in Neptune, in high school for God's sake; testifying at his dad's trial, knowing what was going to happen, knowing that none of it was exactly real anyway, but having no one there who knew that besides him and maybe some people wearing tin hats. He figured it would take two nights, tops, of staring at the walls of his room at the Neptune Grand before he'd crack for good. "Even by my standards."
"But it's not just that. It's. Lilly. She's dead."
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Date: 2008-04-20 09:53 pm (UTC)Logan thought for a minute, as they walked, about the idea of being someone else, or another version of himself. It was the kind of thing he'd been trying not to think about too hard for a while now; he wondered if it was anything like Elle and Veronica, if they had more in common than he knew, if that was some kind of weird archetype or whatever, pretty little blonde girl throwing off sparks, or freakish typecasting, or what. And what kind of roles would his actor play? The idea of being someone else wasn't without its appeal, but he kind of figured if anything about him carried through the universe or multiverse or whatever it would be his dissatisfaction and screwy luck. All of it might be moot if Una couldn't remember how it worked, but...
Cards on the table. (Most of them, anyway.) "Here's the thing. I've got...a few reasons why going back home, being stuck there after things I've learned here - assuming I'm not going to just forget everything, which is kind of depressing and anyway it's not like you can plan for that - there are reasons why that would really. Kind of suck." He'd tried to imagine it, being back in Neptune, in high school for God's sake; testifying at his dad's trial, knowing what was going to happen, knowing that none of it was exactly real anyway, but having no one there who knew that besides him and maybe some people wearing tin hats. He figured it would take two nights, tops, of staring at the walls of his room at the Neptune Grand before he'd crack for good. "Even by my standards."
"But it's not just that. It's. Lilly. She's dead."