[Goodsir's room has had no modern touches added besides those installed by the hosts; it maintains the old English manor aesthetic near perfectly. Books are piled on every flat surface, bookmarks poking out from the pages.
He opens the door and smiles warmly as he ushers Tim in. Comfortable in Tim's presence, he wears no coat.]
Now, Tim. 'Daddy' I understand, but 'Father' might be a bit far.
[A joke! He gestures to the cuck chair every bedroom seems to have. He pours some water from a carafe into a glass to offer Tim.]
I'm afraid I don't have answers for all the questions you may ask. In spite of my best efforts, my knowledge of Inuktitut is extremely basic. And even if I had a decade to practice, there are things that remain very private to the Netsilik people.
[He sighs, not sitting but instead pacing back and forth.]
I will have to start at the beginning.
We were out on the ice, scouting for the shore. We, that is, Lieutenant Gore and half a dozen men and myself. It was very dark. Sergeant Bryant fired upon what he thought was a bear. It was not. It was a Netsilik man. He was with his daughter. It was an accident, a most terrible accident.
Almost immediately after, Lieutenant Gore was mauled to death by the creature. We fled, making it back to the ship with the Netsilik man and his daughter.
I tried, Tim. I tried to save him, I really did. But I failed. [This haunts him perhaps as much as his final acts.]
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Date: 2025-04-04 04:05 am (UTC)He opens the door and smiles warmly as he ushers Tim in. Comfortable in Tim's presence, he wears no coat.]
Now, Tim. 'Daddy' I understand, but 'Father' might be a bit far.
[A joke! He gestures to the cuck chair every bedroom seems to have. He pours some water from a carafe into a glass to offer Tim.]
I'm afraid I don't have answers for all the questions you may ask. In spite of my best efforts, my knowledge of Inuktitut is extremely basic. And even if I had a decade to practice, there are things that remain very private to the Netsilik people.
[He sighs, not sitting but instead pacing back and forth.]
I will have to start at the beginning.
We were out on the ice, scouting for the shore. We, that is, Lieutenant Gore and half a dozen men and myself. It was very dark. Sergeant Bryant fired upon what he thought was a bear. It was not. It was a Netsilik man. He was with his daughter. It was an accident, a most terrible accident.
Almost immediately after, Lieutenant Gore was mauled to death by the creature. We fled, making it back to the ship with the Netsilik man and his daughter.
I tried, Tim. I tried to save him, I really did. But I failed. [This haunts him perhaps as much as his final acts.]