Years 'n years, I bet. Maybe hundreds and thousands of 'em; you're right, who knows? Only thing that matters is how long we got before we're the same.
[ Now that he's got ahold of himself, he slows to walk side-by-side with Cecil. Not rushing. The heavy reality of what's happened and what's about to happen is still settling, scattered around his thoughts like a bad fog, but he's going to focus on monster watching with Cecil and-- he's going to survive. ]
It's somethin' to do. Not like we have television around here.
[ Mindless distractions are crazy difficult to come by and sorely needed. ]
Or an accessible internet connection. Or bowling alley and arcade fun complexes, either.
[ It's better not to think about death, sometimes. It's easy to think about all the time, especially after the death of a loved one. But if you do that... Then you miss out on living. And what is the worth of a real and permanent death if you have not lived to see it?
Carlos wouldn't want that for Jesse. Cecil doesn't want it for either of them. So he moves on. ]
There is a carnival in Haven North now that was not there before. Getting through the tunnels is a challenge, though.
[ Oh, cool, Night Vale had the internet. Jesse shoots Cecil a sideways, knowing glance, because the internet would be the perfect way to waste time or distract yourself from the horrible realities in Haven, let's be real. ]
A couple'a times. [ He muses, on the mention of Haven North. ] And tell me about it. It, uh, ain't somethin' I been dumb enough to attempt on my own. But I came close once.
Y'know, me bein' a pathetic burn-out, [ he doesn't have to pretend with Cecil (who knows everything, just how is a mystery, but whatever), ] and Haven bein' well awares, they stashed my stuff there this one time. After I spit on Kite.
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[ Now that he's got ahold of himself, he slows to walk side-by-side with Cecil. Not rushing. The heavy reality of what's happened and what's about to happen is still settling, scattered around his thoughts like a bad fog, but he's going to focus on monster watching with Cecil and-- he's going to survive. ]
It's somethin' to do. Not like we have television around here.
[ Mindless distractions are crazy difficult to come by and sorely needed. ]
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[ It's better not to think about death, sometimes. It's easy to think about all the time, especially after the death of a loved one. But if you do that... Then you miss out on living. And what is the worth of a real and permanent death if you have not lived to see it?
Carlos wouldn't want that for Jesse. Cecil doesn't want it for either of them. So he moves on. ]
There is a carnival in Haven North now that was not there before. Getting through the tunnels is a challenge, though.
Have you been there yet?
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A couple'a times. [ He muses, on the mention of Haven North. ] And tell me about it. It, uh, ain't somethin' I been dumb enough to attempt on my own. But I came close once.
Y'know, me bein' a pathetic burn-out, [ he doesn't have to pretend with Cecil (who knows everything, just how is a mystery, but whatever), ] and Haven bein' well awares, they stashed my stuff there this one time. After I spit on Kite.
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You spit on Doctor Kite?
[ Because uh. Wow. ]
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