[ maybe the worst part of coming back here yet again is the lack of familiar faces. oxford had grown strangely accustomed to the healthy amount of friends he had accumulated here over the time he had spent on the tranquility. their absence now aches, but he realises it is a selfish impulse more than anything. he can't be sad for their being gone, so long as it was under... more acceptable circumstances, hopefully, than what was experienced by others. being reunited with these memories again is very strange. he's been gone long enough, in his own world and from here, that they fit a little uncomfortably (but snugly?) in his mind.
to see someone he knows, however, provides him with more comfort than he could have imagined. of course, he knows how this place works, how fickle it can be with what people remember and what they do not, if they remember anything at all.
he joins carolyn, standing by her side, observing the plant she is so actively trying to remove from the ground. he understands her concern for the bush; this seems to be a very healthy sort of jungle, with all its various, thriving dangers and an abundance of plant life. oxford wears a faint smile, crooked to one side, but not at all a smirk. a habitual, characteristic smile. the kind that'd tell anyone quite easily what he thinks of this place, and it is not much, essentially. ]
Agreed. [ and finally, he turns his head to her, brows arching questioningly. ] Would you like a hand?
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to see someone he knows, however, provides him with more comfort than he could have imagined. of course, he knows how this place works, how fickle it can be with what people remember and what they do not, if they remember anything at all.
he joins carolyn, standing by her side, observing the plant she is so actively trying to remove from the ground. he understands her concern for the bush; this seems to be a very healthy sort of jungle, with all its various, thriving dangers and an abundance of plant life. oxford wears a faint smile, crooked to one side, but not at all a smirk. a habitual, characteristic smile. the kind that'd tell anyone quite easily what he thinks of this place, and it is not much, essentially. ]
Agreed. [ and finally, he turns his head to her, brows arching questioningly. ] Would you like a hand?