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[The person in the video might look familiar to some, if slightly more tired and banged up than usual. Still, despite the bruise on his forehead and the dark streaks of ash on his face and clothes his eyes are bright, indicating to anyone even slightly acquainted with him that he's about to say something ridiculous.]

Surprise, bitch, I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me.

[His voice is a little weak but he delivers the line with all the sassiness it deserves, before suddenly offering a grin.]

Okay, so like maybe two people here got that reference, but I so don't care. I punched a shark, so I can make whatever meme references I want.

[That's how it works, right?}

So um... Who's still here, I guess? Or who's new? How long have I been gone, because it feels like no time and like, a long time all at once. Sort of.

[He blinks a few times, smile fading a bit, mostly because he's totally exhausted.]

I'm um... I'm Chris, by the way. Been here before and whatever so... Got the general idea. The sharks are sort of new, though. Fucking sharks, man.

[Really, what even.]

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TV sh- Oh right, those things.

[He's from the late 1800s. There wasn't really things like tv shows or anything. Plays perhaps when he got to go to them but other than that, nothing.]

Why ruin a good thing if it works, hmm? [But to the more important question.] You went home then... for certain.

I think I did, yeah.

[It's weird, since he remembers this place but it feels like everything at home just happened all over again, but there's nothing new from last time. Still, he gestures vaguely at his face and the injury and all the ash.]

I mean, this is all from home, so I guess I had to have been.

[He tilts his head in faint curiosity only because he'd hate to go home and just reappear here. Then there is that concern for Chris.]

It's been... a couple of months since you've been here. I think. I try not to count.

It's um, weird to know I missed a few months, but at least it wasn't like... A year.

[He understands the not counting thing, even if he keeps pretty careful track himself.]

I hope that when I go home I stay home.

[He does keep track in a way but he tries not to think about it. He simply doesn't want to count. It's a day by day thing.] Yet it makes me curious if you would rather be there or here.

I mean, I used to be kind of unsure, but um... Here.

[He doesn't mind answering the question, and doesn't have any real hesitation about it now. He's kind of accepted that being here is better.]

[Tyki's a little quiet just for a moment. Something bad or frightening might be occurring.]

You don't miss anyone from home enough to want to be there?

[He's too worn out to read people as well as he usually does, and just kind of shrugs a little at the question.]

I'll go back eventually, I guess.

[So although yes, he misses people at home--he misses some people a lot--he's pretty certain he'll see them again, and there are many people here he won't.]

Don't worry, Chris. I won't pry too much. I am only curious because I myself have people and reasons to go home yet I have reasons to stay.

[He offers a weak smile, trying to show that he's genuinely unoffended by the question.]

It's fine, just... Ask me again later, okay?

[He's not up to thinking about home at the moment, especially with feeling like he was just there and everything that happened.]

As you wish, Chris. Get some rest eventually. We can always talk later. If you're here much longer this time we'll have plenty of time to talk.

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