[Even in his own reality, the difference between the kind of world that people live on and the kind that encompasses all of what there is, worlds included gets a little muddy from time to time.]
Universe might be the better definition. It's just that no one back home really uses it.
{Still, every world, every universe, every reality has to start somewhere. Even if it's on the bones of some othere civilization, and that is absolutely something he knows all to well. Daybreak Town is long gone, and though Scala ad Caelum had never been his home in the same way, it, too, has faded into the darkness. Vanished, save in the memory of a precious few people. Fewer even, now that the old coot has finally gone to his just rewards.]
But you're right. It's hard being the only person keeping that kind of memory alive. Hurts too, sometimes, when you aren't expecting it, or when something jostles those memories into being more awake than you want them to be.
[It's not anything cruel or malicious in his voice. Rather it's understanding and - rare though it is for him - sympathy. It's not often he's had a chance to speak about this sort of thing, and rarer still that he finds someone who might actually understand, besides.]
/tosses up a KH3 spoiler warning for like. the rest of this thread, most likely
[Even in his own reality, the difference between the kind of world that people live on and the kind that encompasses all of what there is, worlds included gets a little muddy from time to time.]
Universe might be the better definition. It's just that no one back home really uses it.
{Still, every world, every universe, every reality has to start somewhere. Even if it's on the bones of some othere civilization, and that is absolutely something he knows all to well. Daybreak Town is long gone, and though Scala ad Caelum had never been his home in the same way, it, too, has faded into the darkness. Vanished, save in the memory of a precious few people. Fewer even, now that the old coot has finally gone to his just rewards.]
But you're right. It's hard being the only person keeping that kind of memory alive. Hurts too, sometimes, when you aren't expecting it, or when something jostles those memories into being more awake than you want them to be.
[It's not anything cruel or malicious in his voice. Rather it's understanding and - rare though it is for him - sympathy. It's not often he's had a chance to speak about this sort of thing, and rarer still that he finds someone who might actually understand, besides.]