That's fair. I mean, I get it, just wanting to go home.
[This wasn't where any of them belonged, if anyone ever really belonged anywhere (which was an existential argument for probably half past never), and they couldn't really be expected to be happy about being dropped into monsterland out of the blue. Their lives had been thrown unexpectedly into a massive upheaval. Tim had adapted to it, but that could have been because he was used to being thrown into situations that involved radical change. Hell, this wasn't even the first time that he'd woken up with a body that wasn't his own anymore. At least he still had the same face this time around.]
[Something in Majima's expression, something around the eye and mouth went soft and Tim's chest felt warm at the sight of it and, shit, multiverse theory was a bitch, wasn't it? Eventually, somebody was going to figure out a way to get all of them out of this weird pocket universe and back to wherever they were supposed to be. And that would suck, regardless of how this whole... hopefully-a-something between himself and Majima turned out. Good-byes sucked.]
For what it's worth, I hope somebody figures out how to send everybody home. Sooner, y'know, rather than later. Nobody deserves to be, god, what even is this? An extradimensional kidnapping?
[But even if someone came up to him tomorrow and said 'I can send you home', Tim didn't know if he'd say yes or not. Sure, he didn't want to live the rest of his life in monsterland with hooves and a tail, but... the longer he was away from his own universe, the less Hyperion would be able to use him to do its dirty work. Maybe his whole universe would just ultimately be better off if he wasn't in it anymore. And, sometimes, when it was like three in the morning and he couldn't sleep and the existential terror set in, he wondered if he wouldn't have been doing the whole universe a favor if he'd just let Zarpedon blow up the moon with him and Jack still on it.]
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[This wasn't where any of them belonged, if anyone ever really belonged anywhere (which was an existential argument for probably half past never), and they couldn't really be expected to be happy about being dropped into monsterland out of the blue. Their lives had been thrown unexpectedly into a massive upheaval. Tim had adapted to it, but that could have been because he was used to being thrown into situations that involved radical change. Hell, this wasn't even the first time that he'd woken up with a body that wasn't his own anymore. At least he still had the same face this time around.]
[Something in Majima's expression, something around the eye and mouth went soft and Tim's chest felt warm at the sight of it and, shit, multiverse theory was a bitch, wasn't it? Eventually, somebody was going to figure out a way to get all of them out of this weird pocket universe and back to wherever they were supposed to be. And that would suck, regardless of how this whole... hopefully-a-something between himself and Majima turned out. Good-byes sucked.]
For what it's worth, I hope somebody figures out how to send everybody home. Sooner, y'know, rather than later. Nobody deserves to be, god, what even is this? An extradimensional kidnapping?
[But even if someone came up to him tomorrow and said 'I can send you home', Tim didn't know if he'd say yes or not. Sure, he didn't want to live the rest of his life in monsterland with hooves and a tail, but... the longer he was away from his own universe, the less Hyperion would be able to use him to do its dirty work. Maybe his whole universe would just ultimately be better off if he wasn't in it anymore. And, sometimes, when it was like three in the morning and he couldn't sleep and the existential terror set in, he wondered if he wouldn't have been doing the whole universe a favor if he'd just let Zarpedon blow up the moon with him and Jack still on it.]