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007 || [Location:Taxon Library/Accidental Visual] || Seven For Avalon

Corwin has definitely learned his lesson in “be careful what you wish for,” and instead of wandering the city aimlessly and complaining about how dull it is here (or hacking at trees), he’s managed to find something to occupy himself with.

He has always enjoyed the company of books—something about being surrounded with so many words had a calming effect that nothing else could even come close to matching. He spent a good deal of time simply wandering through the shelves and taking in the smell of them. It had been a long time since he’d been near so many. Too much to do…

It took a lot longer than it might have before he finally made his decision, sliding an obviously old, rather thick, and doubtless dry piece of literature off the shelf it sat on and retreated to a chair to sit and read it, cigarette in hand that he rapidly forgot about, lost as he was in the world of words.

And all of it for the enjoyment of the tablet. Evidently, it didn’t like him today.

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Corwin's first response was a simple shrug, but after only a brief pause in which he realized several things, he continued speaking. "I haven't been keeping track. I've been here for too long and that's really all that matters." And it was actually the truth. He'd been around long enough that months weren't what mattered. Years, even, ran together and it wasn't until one hit decades that things started to get a little clearer, and only into centuries that there was any real distinction.

"When every day is the same, only to be broken by glitches, it's hard to keep track, isn't it?" She only knew how long it had been because of the month in which she'd arrived and the month it currently was. Everything else tended to bleed together, like a kid's messy watercolor painting.

"Have you been involved in a lot of these glitches?"

Thankfully, Corwin's answer to that question was precisely what he wanted it to be. "No. Really, the only one of any consequence that I got drawn into was the undead invasion." And he'd healed just fine from that in the expected expedited time frame. Still, it felt like he was tempting fate and that it was only a matter of time before he was suddenly re-living his worst nightmare or being disgustingly honest or whatever the hell it was.

Amy hummed at that. "Lucky man. Well, reasonably lucky considering everything else." At least he hadn't turned into a 1950's housewife, or had eaten anything that made him lie uncontrollably.

"So do you know a lot of the people here? I'm still trying to meet everyone."

Lying uncontrollably was very nearly second nature to a person whose very existence depended on secrets. It wouldn't have been that great a change, and it was doubtful that anyone would notice.

"No, as a matter of fact, I don't." And he didn't particularly care to, either.

"Just haven't gotten the chance, or not interested?" From the way he spoke, she had a feeling it was the second of the two options.

"Yes and no," Corwin answered, fully aware that it didn't answer the question. "Lately it's been the former, mostly I just don't care to get too close to anyone." In the off chance they left. Not that he'd ever had much problem with attachment at all before.

"Huh," she answered. Amy had been the same way once. There was no point getting close to people if they were just going to abandon you. "Well there's nothing wrong with caring a bit, yeah? If you saw someone in trouble, you'd help them, wouldn't you?"

That earned a shrug--why precisely a stranger cared so much about whether he cared wasn't anything that Corwin wanted to take too much time to analyze. "Sure. It depends on a lot of things." Not that he had ever been accused of being less than moronically noble in the past. Still, he was the only one that could even come close to thinking of Shadow as just a different kind of Substance.

"I guess I can understand that." Like if the person in trouble was say, a homicidal maniac or something.

"So where do you come from, Corwin?" Amy seemed much more interested in him than in her magazine.

The look in Corwin's eyes softened into what could only be nostalgia for a few moments before he sighs near inaudibly and shakes his head slightly—All of it easily mistaken for something less emotional.

"Somewhere long ago and far away."

Amy smiles to herself. "That sounds like something out of a fairy tale."

"Maybe it is," Corwin answered softly, eyes going distant again. He never had been able to cure himself of the feelings that all but attacked him when he thought of Amber, even if he'd been away for far longer than this in the past.

She watches him quietly for a moment, still smiling. "Must really miss it, huh? Of course, anyone would miss home when this is the alternative."

Corwin all but dragged himself back to the present, returning attention to his book, if only to idly turn a few pages. "I've seen worse than here, princess."

Without missing a beat, she replied, "So have I, prince."

The sound of that title brought an ironic grin to his face. "Touché."

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