[Okay. That's a lot, even just the first few sentences. He turns back to stare at the water, now that he knows it's an alien sea. It feels like his thoughts are racing at a million miles per second, and yet somehow slower than molasses.
Then she starts again. His brow furrows, and he struggles to pick out what he wants to follow-up on first.
Turns out, the time thing. Because of course he'd be focused on time.] Why would time be at a stand still back home? [He does still glance around dubiously, though. It's not much of a prison if there's not even walls, surely.] ... Beats Stillwater, I guess. [Understatement of the year.]
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Then she starts again. His brow furrows, and he struggles to pick out what he wants to follow-up on first.
Turns out, the time thing. Because of course he'd be focused on time.] Why would time be at a stand still back home? [He does still glance around dubiously, though. It's not much of a prison if there's not even walls, surely.] ... Beats Stillwater, I guess. [Understatement of the year.]