[ How quickly can one adapt to changing circumstances? Well, the Tim who arrived here would have written this off as nonsense. A coincidence at best, a delusion brought on by lead poisoning at worst, or simply hopeless, desperate men trying to assign meaning to what’s happening to them, after accepting in their hearts that they’ve begun a slow march towards death. A vengeful bear-spirit soul bonded to some shaman. A bad drive-in movie. A blasphemous suggestion.
Almost a year later, he’s known werewolves and vampires and wizards, seen the dead rise from their graves, endured mind control and memory loss and being drained nearly dry by the fangs of a friend. It’s getting harder not to believe that anything is possible. That maybe historians never learned what really happened to the expedition because it was fundamentally unknowable, and the answers contained things that man wasn’t meant to understand. It’s sacrilege, but these unnatural things are in front of his face every day. Is it not the bigger sin to keep his head in the sand and lie to himself? ]
It is. [ A nasty tale, which he waits for Goodsir to finish before speaking, despite the urge for more questions, more reassurances. ] But you can’t blame yourself, Harry. You tried to save him.
[ And he was spared. At least from the beast. As Tim was spared in the killing games, despite being unable to save anyone. ]
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Date: 2025-04-04 03:30 pm (UTC)Almost a year later, he’s known werewolves and vampires and wizards, seen the dead rise from their graves, endured mind control and memory loss and being drained nearly dry by the fangs of a friend. It’s getting harder not to believe that anything is possible. That maybe historians never learned what really happened to the expedition because it was fundamentally unknowable, and the answers contained things that man wasn’t meant to understand. It’s sacrilege, but these unnatural things are in front of his face every day. Is it not the bigger sin to keep his head in the sand and lie to himself? ]
It is. [ A nasty tale, which he waits for Goodsir to finish before speaking, despite the urge for more questions, more reassurances. ] But you can’t blame yourself, Harry. You tried to save him.
[ And he was spared. At least from the beast. As Tim was spared in the killing games, despite being unable to save anyone. ]