I haven't said to anyone about a hundred fucking years, god damn. [Even he didn't really uh realize this.] Haven't said anything about any of the time...thing. [Honestly that one's mostly because he was too busy internally screaming about the possibility of missing time to want to bring it up. Yay, trauma!]

But she's right. Could be worse. Incendia makes like its namesake every night and then reverts back to how it was that morning, every day, on a loop. One place took away at random a sense, or like, kept you from speaking, all of that. One turned people into mermaids! That was a fine how-do-you-do.

[is any of this helping]