Why did people get married in the village, why did he give up the numbing parties and return home, why did he let Ty back into his life--knowing, as he had for a decade, how it all ended? It didn't matter at the time, that the vision was subverted. He thought it was real. He thought he would die before he reached thirty.
He still might, honestly.
"When you look down the barrel of everything, I guess people hold on to what they can. Or they make gestures, try to be happy. I'm not waking up every day hoping for another dose of existential horror." Even Bodhi has to realize he isn't puttering around the house every day, or off solving the great mysteries of their prison. He's fucked around--literally, some days--just to pass the time. Just to have something to get up for that wasn't feeding himself, Bodhi, or the animals.
"But I'm not really--hoping for anything at all, if I'm honest. It's been a year for some of the people here, and there's still no infrastructure, no real stability. No kids, no ways out, no definite answers. We have winter on the way again and we have to deal with that--I really hope no one would waste the harvest to get married."
The look he sends back over his shoulder is almost sly, happy enough to meander down a more pointed, and Bodhi-aimed subject: "Sorry to disappoint your girlfriend, I know she wanted to walk you down the aisle to me." The tangle of misconceptions between the three of them doesn't really fill the void of a real life and family either, but amusement is something.
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He still might, honestly.
"When you look down the barrel of everything, I guess people hold on to what they can. Or they make gestures, try to be happy. I'm not waking up every day hoping for another dose of existential horror." Even Bodhi has to realize he isn't puttering around the house every day, or off solving the great mysteries of their prison. He's fucked around--literally, some days--just to pass the time. Just to have something to get up for that wasn't feeding himself, Bodhi, or the animals.
"But I'm not really--hoping for anything at all, if I'm honest. It's been a year for some of the people here, and there's still no infrastructure, no real stability. No kids, no ways out, no definite answers. We have winter on the way again and we have to deal with that--I really hope no one would waste the harvest to get married."
The look he sends back over his shoulder is almost sly, happy enough to meander down a more pointed, and Bodhi-aimed subject: "Sorry to disappoint your girlfriend, I know she wanted to walk you down the aisle to me." The tangle of misconceptions between the three of them doesn't really fill the void of a real life and family either, but amusement is something.