Wow, Tony's not even going to touch that bit of nostalgically familiar reminiscing with a ten foot pole. He gets the comment, and the meaning behind it, but he's just. Yeah, nahhhhh. Maybe later. Maybe never.
There's other things to address anyway. "How far outwards can it move if we keep going in a straight line though? Even if the land we're on isn't infinite, the confines of whatever physics-fucked space we are in is, or the boundaries wouldn't keep changing and putting us literally back in square one. We're not meant to go too far - what happens if we do?"
Tony simply refuses to accept that space can extend forever. He hasn't himself ventured too far out, but that's because he has no real reason to if he's doing it by himself. He's not stupid; he knows he doesn't have the skillset required to do the sort of potentially-long-term outdoorsmanning he's talking about. He's just surprised that everyone else seems to be content not to do the same as a group. They've surely been here long enough?
It's why he said you have to have a direction. Either they want to create a lifestyle here, or they want to figure out how to get home. In a situation like this, in his opinion as he's seen things so far, there is only one or the other, collectively. Individuals may have their own agendas, but as long as they don't all agree? They're apparently collectively okay with making a life here.
Anyway.
"I don't really get it either, but apparently it's happening anyway. I'm not sure how far ahead they are, but it's enough to mean something, and none of it's happened to me, and they didn't seem to remember me going missing and coming back from the world's shittiest summer camp, so." He shrugs a little bit, not trying to be unsympathetic but seeing no reason to sugar the news down. He'd been hoping someone would notice too, until he realised the futility likely involved. "I don't understand how we're here at all, but time is apparently about as much a factor as landscaping or a protest vote against the obvious prom queen."
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There's other things to address anyway. "How far outwards can it move if we keep going in a straight line though? Even if the land we're on isn't infinite, the confines of whatever physics-fucked space we are in is, or the boundaries wouldn't keep changing and putting us literally back in square one. We're not meant to go too far - what happens if we do?"
Tony simply refuses to accept that space can extend forever. He hasn't himself ventured too far out, but that's because he has no real reason to if he's doing it by himself. He's not stupid; he knows he doesn't have the skillset required to do the sort of potentially-long-term outdoorsmanning he's talking about. He's just surprised that everyone else seems to be content not to do the same as a group. They've surely been here long enough?
It's why he said you have to have a direction. Either they want to create a lifestyle here, or they want to figure out how to get home. In a situation like this, in his opinion as he's seen things so far, there is only one or the other, collectively. Individuals may have their own agendas, but as long as they don't all agree? They're apparently collectively okay with making a life here.
Anyway.
"I don't really get it either, but apparently it's happening anyway. I'm not sure how far ahead they are, but it's enough to mean something, and none of it's happened to me, and they didn't seem to remember me going missing and coming back from the world's shittiest summer camp, so." He shrugs a little bit, not trying to be unsympathetic but seeing no reason to sugar the news down. He'd been hoping someone would notice too, until he realised the futility likely involved. "I don't understand how we're here at all, but time is apparently about as much a factor as landscaping or a protest vote against the obvious prom queen."