Oh god Connor was real. All his hallucinations were intangible, so he knew the difference, and Desmond was filled with both relief and fear. He didn't want to be crazy and stuck again, but he also had no idea what to do with the information that he was face to face with his ancestor. His hand was shaking after Connor pulled away; no wait, his entire body was shaking.
"Yeah. I'm ... I'm the one she was talking about." Desmond knew exactly what he was talking about, because he'd been there at the time. Watching through Connor's eyes. How do you tell someone that? Hi, nice to meet you, I know more about you than anyone else and you'd probably hate it. He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face, still wet. This was insane. If he wasn't already insane, he'd probably be soon enough.
"Man, I'm not really sure how good my answers are going to be, but I can try." He owed Connor that. Of all his ancestors, Connor was the one he felt he really understood, and he didn't want to be another person who gave him riddles or half-truths. If he didn't know what to say, he wouldn't. His brain was on fire at the moment anyway and he was freezing besides. "This is the afterlife, isn't it?" It was clearly the obvious choice now. "Like a purgatory? Because we're both dead, and we're here, so that's ... that's got to be it." Connor lived much longer than Desmond's 25 years, but he did eventually die like all other people.
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"Yeah. I'm ... I'm the one she was talking about." Desmond knew exactly what he was talking about, because he'd been there at the time. Watching through Connor's eyes. How do you tell someone that? Hi, nice to meet you, I know more about you than anyone else and you'd probably hate it. He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face, still wet. This was insane. If he wasn't already insane, he'd probably be soon enough.
"Man, I'm not really sure how good my answers are going to be, but I can try." He owed Connor that. Of all his ancestors, Connor was the one he felt he really understood, and he didn't want to be another person who gave him riddles or half-truths. If he didn't know what to say, he wouldn't. His brain was on fire at the moment anyway and he was freezing besides. "This is the afterlife, isn't it?" It was clearly the obvious choice now. "Like a purgatory? Because we're both dead, and we're here, so that's ... that's got to be it." Connor lived much longer than Desmond's 25 years, but he did eventually die like all other people.