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Here 6 weeks.

[ Not that Maine's counting the days or anything. Nope. Certainly not.

(He totally is.) ]

Longest time? Average? [ Then: ] You?

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Holy shit.

[ Excuse him. Up until now, the longest Maine's heard has been 'a little over a year.' Two years blows that out of the fucking water. ]

Willing?

[ Does she want to stay here, or is she trying to escape? ]

( And Kate knows several people who are still here from her first visit, knows that "at least 2 years" is a conservative estimate indeed.

And then there's that question.

Willing? Well... )

Not really.

( She's wanted the Door fixed, still wants it fixed, has practically died for a chance to affect their situation in some way, but it isn't that simple either. )

Place has some good people, though.

Some.

[ He can agree with that. Wash and Carolina are good people. The medics who patched him up and the Queen who gave him tea seemed decent, too. But others... ]

Some assholes.

( She might not work at the clinic any more, but she'd be happy to know that the medics patching him up seemed decent. The role is still important. They just... don't need her any more. )

Like anywhere else.

No. Timeline bullshit.

[ People he's never met before who seem to hold grudges for things he hasn't done (yet). ]

How so?

( Are y'all trying to write a haiku or what. )

[ Shit, how does he explain it... ]

From future. Don't know them. They know me. They're assholes.

[ That totally makes sense, right?

... Yeah, he tried. ]

( It does, actually. )

Got it.

( She's grateful, at least, that the only time The Door brought anyone from her world, it brought people she liked. )

Just more of The Door's bullshit.

( And thus, another way the thing is a fucking nightmare if they ever hope to make it work properly. )

Not the "gods"?

[ In quotes because uh. Yeah. He's not buying that deity bullshit for a minute. ]

( She usually forgoes the airquotes because she doesn't even believe in gods back home, but she gets it.

And she... actually has a fair amount to say on this topic. )

The gods don't control the Door. Trying to. Success has been limited. The Door brought us all here. Related to them somehow, but it's an independent thing.

( Then again... )

Course, Sorrow could be bullshitting us all. But he wasn't here from the beginning. Doubt he could have controlled it while dead.

[ Maine sits with that information for a minute. Compares it to other things he's heard of the gods and their war. He's not sure what to think — but it's good information to have. Good to know that it's this Door that's to blame. ]

Thanks.

[ For explaining it. Then comes another question: ]

Why control Door?

[ What's the goal of the gods? ]

( And that question makes her sit there, silently staring at her phone and debating what to say in answer to that.

Eventually, she goes with the basic truth: )

He says so they can send us home.

( She hopes they live up to that end of the bargain, or that all this work on the Door gives someone the key they need to have some sort of power of their own. )

Believe him?

[ There's no judgement in the question, though that's hard to tell through text. Maine's genuinely curious. ]

( Hm... Isn't that the question. )

Don't know if it matters. Haven't got another option so far.

( They have to work with them, as far as she can see. )

[ By this point in his life, Maine should be accustomed to putting his wellbeing and future in the hands of people he doesn't necessarily trust. He's been in the military long enough. Still: ]

Sucks.

[ Doesn't mean he has to like this situation. ]

Yep.

( She isn't going to pretend otherwise, dude. )

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text; ty for the mental image of maine writing haikus, i cracked up

text; this is clearly a thing we need to make happen

text; poetry slam!

text; lbr the slam part would be taken literally

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