[ It feels strange, for the man to be reassuring Matt that he'll have his privacy again soon. As if it's his house, as if he has any memory of the time that passed between his death and the appearance of the soldiers there now. What if he just goes dormant again once they leave?
What if he doesn't, and he's doomed to wander the old rooms alone forever? ]
You aren't bothering me any, sir.
[ He wishes he had a name of some kind to refer to, a rank if nothing else. It seems so impersonal to think about the man as just some unknown officer. He has orders and a mission, men to look after. He has an identity. Too many soldiers have already disappeared into time without leaving a name behind. ]
Been a while for me, too. [ Matt can't help the little joke, and the quirk of a smile that forms below the bandages covering his eyes. ] I can listen, I don't mind, if you feel like talking. Not like I can spill any secrets. But I, uh- I was wondering if you would tell me your name.
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What if he doesn't, and he's doomed to wander the old rooms alone forever? ]
You aren't bothering me any, sir.
[ He wishes he had a name of some kind to refer to, a rank if nothing else. It seems so impersonal to think about the man as just some unknown officer. He has orders and a mission, men to look after. He has an identity. Too many soldiers have already disappeared into time without leaving a name behind. ]
Been a while for me, too. [ Matt can't help the little joke, and the quirk of a smile that forms below the bandages covering his eyes. ] I can listen, I don't mind, if you feel like talking. Not like I can spill any secrets. But I, uh- I was wondering if you would tell me your name.