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[tongueamok]

Hello, this is Carlisle. I mean, it's not Carlisle as in I'm actually answering you right now, so if you're trying to reply to me at the second, you should probably save your breath because I'm not really here. This is some kind of a recording of my voice, but this is my communicator. I'm going to assume these devices are as common here as they are in other places — not my world, but others, ones more technologically advanced than where I come from— so if you'd like to leave me a message, then you may do so here, or er... Right. Here is fine. So just leave yo— [beep]

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[tongueamok]

Had I not been spirited away from Bear Den, I would not have found renewed purpose in my life. I would not have survived this long, given my condition. I would not have met the people I have, nor would I have ever believed in my own potential. For all I know, I might have never experimented with glyphcrafting on rocks had I never needed to.

[He finishes his tea, setting the mug aside.]

In short, I feel the same -- about everything. This place was not necessarily good, but... perhaps it was what we needed. And for that, I am grateful.

[theweakhavepurpose]

Yeah I mean good is a little much. But it hasn't been entirely shitty. And considering where we both are back home we're doing pretty damn well.

[Pratt hours from death and Carlisle knowing what his fate will be in the future are both terrible situations to be in. And while they likely wallow in depression and cowardice more than they should, the fact they leave their houses at all should be regarded as a minor miracle.]

Planted my first garden and everything. That was kinda nice. Sort of relaxing. People used to tell me that, that they had hobbies like gardening or whatever because it was relaxing and I didn't believe them. But I get it now.