"A great deal of life here makes me happy," she admitted, lifting a still damp palm to touch his cheek. "But this here isn't all I am and I just can't forget and pretend like I can't be pulled away at the drop of a hat. You breathe, and think, and feel at home here. You step inside your town's boundaries and you relax, you feel it in your bones that this is where you belong. I've been welcomed, I'm invited, and I do like it here but I don't have that. I'm not from here, this world is just a touch out of beat with everything I'm familiar with, and I can never have that and it's alright. I understand why. It's also part of why I can't let go and I can't stop looking for the bad thing coming, because if it comes, when it comes, I'm an obvious weak point in a world boundary." Trouble would find her.
How else could she put it? She licked her lips, trying to find words, then nodded to herself, "I know you don't like talking about it Bill...but when events happened here how did you feel? Under the fear and desperate planning and the scramble that every terrible event is could you feel it? Like something large and impersonal and utterly alien was watching you, and that it was your responsibility and yours alone to see this through? When you defeated your monster and won your battle, did you feel like it was ended and you had done your part and that next time some hero was needed you might not be the one that had to step up? It's not fate, it's not some predestined path that you can't avoid, but it's a big ponderous world that needs a solution and some pick up on that and step up. That's heroes, it's the only way I know to describe it, heroes because there's need that's bigger and wider than any one person could imagine. And when it's done with you...you know." Mr. Creed had felt it; had managed to slip into a new world that needed him, and it had made her sad and jealous all at once really.
"I've had a three year breather here. I've lived in comfort, and safety, and affection, but I'm not done, Bill, and I wish I could be. I wish I could just fold into your town and truly belong, I do. There's things I want, and they're selfish and they are simple and have nothing to do with fighting...and when I start to think maybe it's alright, I slip, I miss a beat, and everything I know about how my reality works hammers home the fact I have to be at my peak. I don't know why. I don't know what in your world can be such a threat, or if the Time Broker will track me down...I'm sorry. I don't know. I asked you to come see me off tomorrow not to...hurt you, or to do anything you wouldn't...I wanted you to be proud of me. Not worried, not sick, not thinking I'm an idiot, just...me. But I guess I'm all those things huh? Because I'm applying universal rules to even something as small as this town and this world."
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How else could she put it? She licked her lips, trying to find words, then nodded to herself, "I know you don't like talking about it Bill...but when events happened here how did you feel? Under the fear and desperate planning and the scramble that every terrible event is could you feel it? Like something large and impersonal and utterly alien was watching you, and that it was your responsibility and yours alone to see this through? When you defeated your monster and won your battle, did you feel like it was ended and you had done your part and that next time some hero was needed you might not be the one that had to step up? It's not fate, it's not some predestined path that you can't avoid, but it's a big ponderous world that needs a solution and some pick up on that and step up. That's heroes, it's the only way I know to describe it, heroes because there's need that's bigger and wider than any one person could imagine. And when it's done with you...you know." Mr. Creed had felt it; had managed to slip into a new world that needed him, and it had made her sad and jealous all at once really.
"I've had a three year breather here. I've lived in comfort, and safety, and affection, but I'm not done, Bill, and I wish I could be. I wish I could just fold into your town and truly belong, I do. There's things I want, and they're selfish and they are simple and have nothing to do with fighting...and when I start to think maybe it's alright, I slip, I miss a beat, and everything I know about how my reality works hammers home the fact I have to be at my peak. I don't know why. I don't know what in your world can be such a threat, or if the Time Broker will track me down...I'm sorry. I don't know. I asked you to come see me off tomorrow not to...hurt you, or to do anything you wouldn't...I wanted you to be proud of me. Not worried, not sick, not thinking I'm an idiot, just...me. But I guess I'm all those things huh? Because I'm applying universal rules to even something as small as this town and this world."