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[Ty has a scowl on his face when he makes this video, rocking back and forth again in that self-soothing manner as he pointedly does not look at the screen. He's hugging his arm to his chest tightly, knuckles white, and his free hand is held uselessly in the air, at least a dozen small bleeding cuts all over it as he makes squeezing motions with his fingers. He cringes as he does it, looking tense and distressed, but he doesn't stop the movement.]

The library here is pointless. You can't read any of the books. I wanted to find the Sherlock Holmes stories, but it doesn't have them. It doesn't even have a cookbook. I need a cookbook. I don't know how to cook, and I don't want to eat toast anymore, and the stove didn't make the macaroni right. The microwave only makes things explode.

I went looking for animals, and there aren't any I can find in the city. All the animals in the tunnels are big and mean. There aren't any nice animals. All the tunnels lead you right back here. Whoever made the tunnels like that, it isn't funny or nice.

[Ty takes in a deep, trembling breath and lets it out once he's gotten that little tirade over with, then goes back to why he's making this video in the first place.] I need a cookbook. And instructions for the stove.

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True, but the songs here are different to the ones of my own world. Also... my dead are returned to me. [ SHRUG??? ]

[He doesn't know what songs have to do with it, because couldn't you go to a completely different continent and not know some of the songs there? But he's more intrigued by the second thing he says.]

How does that happened? Do you use magic?

I am many things, but no necromancer! No - tis nothing of my doing. But they bring us here from all places but also all times. My cousin and my brothers are brought from the moments just before or after their deaths, which were many centuries ago, for me.

You must be very old.

I suppose I am, rather, even as my folk count it. I have, I think, seen some nine thousand six hundred or so years of the sun.