"Erm..." He's not entirely sure how to answer that. As far as he can tell, most people here are from something that at least resembles the world he knew - 'London' usually makes sense to people. But he's not sure if that's all she's asking, or if there's more to it.
"Well... I grew up in London," he says. "It was 2018 when I left. So... similar, I suppose, except for Darrow being not a real place." He breathes out slowly as he struggles against a sickening wave of vertigo. They're getting close to Candlewood now, at least; the building is visible now, and Yona's steering him carefully toward it. "It was pretty normal, I think, depending on... what 'normal' means to you. Just..."
He's not sure how to explain the rest of it. The fears, the Magnus Institute, the horrible truths about reality that had started to unravel him and everyone he knew. He's quiet for a bit, thinking about it as they draw nearer the building.
"It was dangerous, too," he says hesitantly. "In some ways that... I don't think are dangerous here. At least I hope not." He shifts his weight as he digs his keys out of his pocket. "I know that's sort of vague, but... it's difficult to explain better than that."
He unlocks the door with some effort and leans on the threshold, looking down at her. "I don't suppose you want to help me up to my flat," he says with a faint, apologetic huff. "Just, the landlord is a bit of a busybody."
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"Well... I grew up in London," he says. "It was 2018 when I left. So... similar, I suppose, except for Darrow being not a real place." He breathes out slowly as he struggles against a sickening wave of vertigo. They're getting close to Candlewood now, at least; the building is visible now, and Yona's steering him carefully toward it. "It was pretty normal, I think, depending on... what 'normal' means to you. Just..."
He's not sure how to explain the rest of it. The fears, the Magnus Institute, the horrible truths about reality that had started to unravel him and everyone he knew. He's quiet for a bit, thinking about it as they draw nearer the building.
"It was dangerous, too," he says hesitantly. "In some ways that... I don't think are dangerous here. At least I hope not." He shifts his weight as he digs his keys out of his pocket. "I know that's sort of vague, but... it's difficult to explain better than that."
He unlocks the door with some effort and leans on the threshold, looking down at her. "I don't suppose you want to help me up to my flat," he says with a faint, apologetic huff. "Just, the landlord is a bit of a busybody."