Date: 2025-01-26 03:34 am (UTC)
newmemorywhodis: (Pensive 02)
"...I'll go home?" He whispers softly. "Will it...will it be very long?"

Because if anything, that was his biggest fear; that even if he got home again someday, that it would simply be too late. That it would be another hundred years, another thousands of years.
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