The Balladeer remains prone on the couch as Greta goes to make her drink. See, she understands the need for alcohol now.
Her careful comment - she doesn't know what to say, that's why he never told - just makes him shrug. "Seems like...like it'd be weird not to know your future." Actually, it's incredibly normal. But linear time was an interesting thing to get used to. It could have been distressing, to live in such uncertainty after an utterly predictable existence, but he's always been able to roll with things.
Point being, anything is normal if you've always lived with it. "Nobody else saw 'em. Just me, just sort of - " He lifts a hand, and it wavers up and down for a few seconds before he finishes, " - thereish." It's not a good demonstration, but he's not sure how to really indicate it. "Like one of those trick pictures."
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Her careful comment - she doesn't know what to say, that's why he never told - just makes him shrug. "Seems like...like it'd be weird not to know your future." Actually, it's incredibly normal. But linear time was an interesting thing to get used to. It could have been distressing, to live in such uncertainty after an utterly predictable existence, but he's always been able to roll with things.
Point being, anything is normal if you've always lived with it. "Nobody else saw 'em. Just me, just sort of - " He lifts a hand, and it wavers up and down for a few seconds before he finishes, " - thereish." It's not a good demonstration, but he's not sure how to really indicate it. "Like one of those trick pictures."