[ After carefully setting aside the scarf, Peter's turned to the food, taking bites while he listens to Diarmuid speak. The news that he's been here a year earns a visibly startled response, Peter's eyes widening, but he says nothing, opting to keep listening instead.
He can barely comprehend that concept, right now. He's not even... entirely sure what this place is. The thought of spending a year here feels so foreign, but then, the thought of returning "home" is just as foreign.
There's nothing to return to. ]
Your time... What time are you from, exactly? [ He asks softly. He's stumbled across a couple of others who seemed to be straight from the past, in the way they dressed and spoke, rather like this young man. But Diarmuid still stands out even among them in his monk robes and mannerism. He'd woken to a completely alien world, then, one with advanced technology and dress and social norms. It must have been.... terrifying.
And then Peter adds, because he's wondered: ] How old are you?
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He can barely comprehend that concept, right now. He's not even... entirely sure what this place is. The thought of spending a year here feels so foreign, but then, the thought of returning "home" is just as foreign.
There's nothing to return to. ]
Your time... What time are you from, exactly? [ He asks softly. He's stumbled across a couple of others who seemed to be straight from the past, in the way they dressed and spoke, rather like this young man. But Diarmuid still stands out even among them in his monk robes and mannerism. He'd woken to a completely alien world, then, one with advanced technology and dress and social norms. It must have been.... terrifying.
And then Peter adds, because he's wondered: ] How old are you?