[Jack nods, though he doesn't push to elaborate at the moment. None of it matters in Luceti anyway, and besides, the practical legal benefits of marriage are a conversation all on their own.
What she brings up instead is something much, much more relevant to their current situation, and as he reaches the drink table he reaches out to mix them up a pair of somethings involving gin and grapefruit juice, the work giving him a moment to think, eyes downcast and voice just a shade softer.]
Well . . . apparently, you don't remember anything of your time here when you go back to your world. That's what I've heard, at least. So no, it's not redundant, I don't think. It's spending the time you have here in a way that makes you happy, even if it won't be forever.
[He doesn't bring up that the arrangement always leaves someone behind, someone who knows they've been forgotten entirely, who can do nothing but miss and pine and wait for the hurt to subside. It's still worth it, he believes, with every fibre of his being. Trying for something better, something good, is always worth it.]
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What she brings up instead is something much, much more relevant to their current situation, and as he reaches the drink table he reaches out to mix them up a pair of somethings involving gin and grapefruit juice, the work giving him a moment to think, eyes downcast and voice just a shade softer.]
Well . . . apparently, you don't remember anything of your time here when you go back to your world. That's what I've heard, at least. So no, it's not redundant, I don't think. It's spending the time you have here in a way that makes you happy, even if it won't be forever.
[He doesn't bring up that the arrangement always leaves someone behind, someone who knows they've been forgotten entirely, who can do nothing but miss and pine and wait for the hurt to subside. It's still worth it, he believes, with every fibre of his being. Trying for something better, something good, is always worth it.]