"I know," Felix says with some discomfort, because he does. He's not sure what he's saying right now. This is a real place. It's not... well, it's not nothing, is the point. It's not disappearing into the void. It's not death. Saying this, now... he knows what it's implying.
And what he might be committing himself to if he continues.
"It is a real place," he agrees quietly, looking at his hands. "It's not an island where someone's going to try to take limbs for profit. It's not a town that wants to bury me in the past. I know who I am here. I have my own mind, my own history... and four years of that history were dedicated to making it here. I just--" He lets out a sound like a laugh, but a nervous one, a little helpless, and shakes his head, dropping his hands to his knees. "I don't know. Every other port, every other breach, the best I've been able to think is, it could be worse. But this..."
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And what he might be committing himself to if he continues.
"It is a real place," he agrees quietly, looking at his hands. "It's not an island where someone's going to try to take limbs for profit. It's not a town that wants to bury me in the past. I know who I am here. I have my own mind, my own history... and four years of that history were dedicated to making it here. I just--" He lets out a sound like a laugh, but a nervous one, a little helpless, and shakes his head, dropping his hands to his knees. "I don't know. Every other port, every other breach, the best I've been able to think is, it could be worse. But this..."