[ John rumbles something that might be thoughtful. There's a... conflicted sort of hope in his chest over the fact some of the encountered aren't familiar to the individual before him. He sets it aside to deal with later and turns his focus onto the immediate. ]
A dozen? [ That's surprising, and his voice lilts gently upward with it before tipping downward—nearly more a statement. A rustle, and John's weight shifts, rocking into something that resembles pacing. Arthur would've had a better head about this, probably. But Arthur isn't here, so. His voice drops low, half-murmuring to himself. ]
How do you eat an elephant?
[ Then, more directed, almost resonant despite the mask in the way: ]
Have the others you don't know said where they're from? [ Maybe it'd be enough to start drawing points of connection—if any exist. Maybe not to this place necessarily, but to the various people who've wound up here. It's not much to go on, but it's a better preoccupation than other options.
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A dozen? [ That's surprising, and his voice lilts gently upward with it before tipping downward—nearly more a statement. A rustle, and John's weight shifts, rocking into something that resembles pacing. Arthur would've had a better head about this, probably. But Arthur isn't here, so. His voice drops low, half-murmuring to himself. ]
How do you eat an elephant?
[ Then, more directed, almost resonant despite the mask in the way: ]
Have the others you don't know said where they're from? [ Maybe it'd be enough to start drawing points of connection—if any exist. Maybe not to this place necessarily, but to the various people who've wound up here. It's not much to go on, but it's a better preoccupation than other options.