He doesn't even turn back to reply, just yells in the direction ahead of him. There's no need to share the secret here: that in this world one's reality is decided. Willard has brought a jungle with him, for what reason Ritchie doesn't know. Perhaps he's an avid explorer-- or a Jumanji aficionado.
Instead Ritchie tentatively rubs his cheekbone where the punch landed as he walks. If there's one thing he hasn't found a handle on yet, it's getting rid of things that follow him through to the pocket dimension. With cravings it's as simple as stopping time from passing at all: no hunger, no itching, and no cares. Only time. Pain is another matter entirely, especially when he knows there's going to be some serious bruising.
The guy is lucky he didn't damage his glasses.
"I know what I'm doing. Mind your own damn business."
holy crap man. this post.... this post is beautiful <3
He doesn't even turn back to reply, just yells in the direction ahead of him. There's no need to share the secret here: that in this world one's reality is decided. Willard has brought a jungle with him, for what reason Ritchie doesn't know. Perhaps he's an avid explorer-- or a Jumanji aficionado.
Instead Ritchie tentatively rubs his cheekbone where the punch landed as he walks. If there's one thing he hasn't found a handle on yet, it's getting rid of things that follow him through to the pocket dimension. With cravings it's as simple as stopping time from passing at all: no hunger, no itching, and no cares. Only time. Pain is another matter entirely, especially when he knows there's going to be some serious bruising.
The guy is lucky he didn't damage his glasses.
"I know what I'm doing. Mind your own damn business."