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[warriorscribe]

[Such a wondrous device. Are there little invisible couriers for these messages?]

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[whiteknightnecromancer]

Yes, very much so. Better futures don't happen by accident. We have to work for them.

[Which may not be quite what Enoch meant but it's the kind of optimism Dorian believes in.]

Should we escape, what do you hope to achieve where you go?

[warriorscribe]

[It is exactly what he meant. People create their own paths. Or should.]

I'm not sure. It depends on...well, where I go. If we can follow others, I'm not sure I could simply return to my own world as if nothing ever happened.

[whiteknightnecromancer]

That sounds reasonable, I suppose. I would not want to forget but if that was the price... that's bearable.

[There were people here he cared about but none he cared about more than Tevinter.]

[warriorscribe]

That's not quite what I-...

[He goes quiet, solemn, trying to word what he means in such a way that it still carries all its weight, without making it sound as if he's abandoning either side. That's the hard part, he's not. But...]

...I meant, I'm not certain how much like home it will feel anymore.

[whiteknightnecromancer]

That... well. Yes. Home changes, we change.

[Dorian sounds subdued.]

[warriorscribe]

We change...

[So does he.]

...The strange thing is, I didn't have a home, really. And yet here we are.

[With this conversation, this train of thought...]

[whiteknightnecromancer]

I've been told home is more of a feeling than a place. There are things we become accustomed to, for good or ill. We feel loss when they change even if they were terrible.

[warriorscribe]

A feeling...

[Still subdued. He sighs.]

What would you say it feels like, being home?

[whiteknightnecromancer]

For me?

[Dorian laughs bitterly.]

One of my friends said it was where when you go there, people let you put your dirty boots on the furniture.

[warriorscribe]

[He gives a laugh of his own, awkward in that sense that Dorian definitely just avoided answering for himself there, but in that he...also gets it, really.]

A place where one can do and be as they please, within reason.

[whiteknightnecromancer]

Yes. That's a clean summation. Of course, his home is a city filled with demons, blood magic, and mobsters so 'reason' may be a bit of a loose fit but I think that was what he was getting at. Or he was distracting me during cards. Take your pick.

[warriorscribe]

[Another awkward half-laugh, still mulling over that definition of home.]

A place I could just be myself...mm, I've been more open here than I was with anyone, anywhere in my own world. I'm not sure I would call this place home, however.

[It's fine as long as one can reasonably be at least partially joking, right? Dorian has the right idea, clearly.]

[whiteknightnecromancer]

Having the choice to remain in a building for more than a handful of days at a time would likely help with that. Something about being forced outside makes this place seem even more hostile than the piles of snow and occasional bouts of murder.

[There's a dry irony to Dorian's tone because this is what bothers him more than the cultists and technology he doesn't understand so he's going to mock it.]

[warriorscribe]

[Enoch wishes his experience were such. The worst thing here is definitely the cultists, if you ask him.]

Or...worse, yes. Ousting the vengeful spirits of the cult might make it more tolerable here.

[whiteknightnecromancer]

That as well.

But being able to stay in a building long enough to make meaningful repairs would go a way too.

[warriorscribe]

There are plenty of houses in decent repair. If we could restore all of our abnormal abilities...

[But that's a thought he's retread too many times.]

I wonder if this place could be a home...do you think you would be able to stay here, if you didn't want to return to the world you came from?