[ There's a soft wince in response to that — being saved from freezing to death is, certainly, a good thing, but the fact that a man would have to be at all is telling of the horrors of their circumstances. No matter how much damage Little's witnessed as a result of the frigid cold — men losing parts of themselves, blackened things that have to be cut away — it's something he doesn't think he'll ever be used to. ]
Ah — Mr. is fine, if you prefer. I don't mind either.
[ He smiles. It's an odd thing, his own title, even if it still flows so naturally from his own lips. Most of the others here have shed their titles, so willingly. Little and Irving are amongst the rare ones that still hold to their own, but perhaps he should... try to relinquish the hold upon it. (He doesn't know how. Maybe it starts here, becoming mister instead of lieutenant.) In any case, there are more pressing matters— ]
My own memory of it is like... a dream. As though I fell asleep where I was, and woke up, but not fully. [ He purses his lips slightly in thought. ] During the expedition I was on prior to this, our ships became trapped in the ice. Conditions... not terribly unlike these. That is where I was just before, and for some time, I thought I had somehow.... been brought to a new location, but we've been told that the year here is 2014 — 2015, now.
It was 1848 for me, last. [ A thin, wry smile. He certainly wasn't simply brought to a new location — he's gone through time. Perhaps this really is all just some dream. ]
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Ah — Mr. is fine, if you prefer. I don't mind either.
[ He smiles. It's an odd thing, his own title, even if it still flows so naturally from his own lips. Most of the others here have shed their titles, so willingly. Little and Irving are amongst the rare ones that still hold to their own, but perhaps he should... try to relinquish the hold upon it. (He doesn't know how. Maybe it starts here, becoming mister instead of lieutenant.) In any case, there are more pressing matters— ]
My own memory of it is like... a dream. As though I fell asleep where I was, and woke up, but not fully. [ He purses his lips slightly in thought. ] During the expedition I was on prior to this, our ships became trapped in the ice. Conditions... not terribly unlike these. That is where I was just before, and for some time, I thought I had somehow.... been brought to a new location, but we've been told that the year here is 2014 — 2015, now.
It was 1848 for me, last. [ A thin, wry smile. He certainly wasn't simply brought to a new location — he's gone through time. Perhaps this really is all just some dream. ]
What year was it for you before, if I might ask?