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[givessweetness]

 Just out of curiosity. If it's too sensitive a topic, I understand. But how do you find a way to deal with. Being here when you just as well could be there. [Not that Wynter could just be there... he doesn't think.] 

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[domesheriff]

People. [Linda's answer is simple and quick, but that's more because she's also been struggling with homesickness. though, of course, she knows that as things stand she couldn't risk going back even if she wanted to] It's the people that make any place worth being.

Are you okay, Wynter? [her expression is concerned] Do you want to get a drink or something?

[givessweetness]

[He doesn't look entirely convinced. He may not be as much of a misanthrope as Narvin is, but people are Hard Work.] I see.

I'm fine. I think I am, anyway. [Everyone on Gallifrey who isn't currently dying is fine. But he considers the offer.]

Ok. Sure! [That second was more positive and certain of himself than the first.]

[domesheriff]

[at heart, Linda is a very social person. sometimes she forgets that others aren't] All right... [she doesn't sound entirely convinced by him either] How about I meet you at Pugsy's?

[givessweetness]

I think I remember where that is. [See, joking.]

[domesheriff]

[she smiles a little, picking up the joke from his tone] See you there.

[and she does, in fact, go straight to Pugsy's, where she waits at the bar for Wynter to arrive]

[impossibilities]

Being... home instead of being here? I am not sure I understand the question, but... I imagine it would be a very different thing for each person.

[givessweetness]

I don't know if you were home. [He pointed out.] But you certainly weren't here.

I'm not interested in hearing generalities. [He's disappointed, not dismissive.] I can look that up. I'm very good at studying.

[impossibilities]

[Something slight changes in her expression, just enough to give her an air of discomfort.]

I see. For me personally, I would rather be here than many of the other options in the universes. As for home, it is not really my home anymore. I suppose I do not have to deal with it because it gives me more comfort than home.

[givessweetness]

[He struggles not to sigh. She's obviously uncomfortable revealing this and he hasn't even asked her to.

But obviously, his Gallifreyan social mores are different from apparently humans, because she's missed entirely what he's trying to ask. So he has to explain and he has to do it patiently.]

I'm not being sentimental. This isn't about what I'd 'rather'. Or 'home'. Or even comfort, really. This is about... what needs to happen and my part in it.

[vengeance_driven]

It depends on how broken "there" is. For me, here is a better place for me than there. Less bad memories.

[givessweetness]

[Wynter's bad memories are far worse there than here.] I'm not sure about that. It's not really a matter of it being particularly good for me… but my knowing about its brokenness… I feel like I'm procrastinating some major exam.

[vengeance_driven]

The universe is a shitty place, friend. I don't think people can fix it. Go back to bad places if you can protect a few people you care about. Or run from them to do the same. That is my policy.

[givessweetness]

You make it sound clean. Somehow, I doubt that's quite the case.

[ewestmarch]

Being where?

[givessweetness]

Where you were.

[ewestmarch]

I couldn't just as well be there. Unless you mean in terms of likelihood. In all scenarios where I have a choice, Azeroth is a murloc-infested sewer.

[givessweetness]

Fine. [He's not interested in pulling understanding out of her. And he doubts she's terribly interested either. (Why is she even takubg it this far is certainly a question. But she may simply have been bored.)]

[truth_is_the_enemy]

Back "there" I was in exile at the arse end of a broken world, my career in tatters. "Here" there's luxury, safety, an interesting job. It's an easy choice for me. So I'm not dealing with it, I'm embracing it.

[givessweetness]

Been sitting on that long, have you?

I made this message with a purpose. Gloating about how bad you had it astonishingly was not it, but thank you.

[truth_is_the_enemy]

[Niles shrugs, insouciant.]

You asked a question, I answered. It's not my problem if it's not a useful answer.

[givessweetness]

It's not my problem if you're incapable of answering either, but here we are.

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[timesbureaucrat]

What is this about, Wynter?

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[givessweetness]

I suppose... the fact that this isn't Gallifrey. And I don't have the kind of wanderlust that characterises renegades and so on.

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[timesbureaucrat]

We go where we must. You're dead in the prime universe's established history of events. That means you cannot return without disrupting the web of time. Of course, that doesn't mean you can't help Gallifrey from afar, but they'll never know of your actions. No accolades, no praise.

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[givessweetness]

It… kind of feels like we're talking at cross purposes, here.

I'm not going where I must, I wind up here and there. I'm not in the CIA. There are no orders or even the capacity to help from afar. And as for accolades and praise… quite honestly I don't know what you'd like me to say to that, it's so out of left field. Is it an insult?

[He does know Narvin doesn't approve of that.]