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[dereban]

so, once again, iiiiit's your local prismanon asking for some advice!

it's almost the end of the year, huh? like, ten months deep. i've been here for like, what? almost half a year now? that's kind of shocking to be honest. and it makes me wonder. who here misses their homes? but more so than that...

we're getting 'older' here, right? like, if your birthday passes, you count that as a +1 to your age, right?

so, the real question i have here is simple: if you start getting older than all of your friends back home, isn't it kind of sad? you spend all your time here, getting to know people, maybe making new friends. but you're aging. you don't know if your world's time is moving. like... i'm the only one from my world here, tbh. it's lonely! ( ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥` )

the other thing ig i wanted to ask is...

if the person you care about the most is back home, how do you deal with that? how can you just bear waiting to figure out how to get home -- when you've been in this world for so long that you've almost given up hope on the idea that maybe, one day, they'll show up here. or even that you might actually go back?

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[trample]

With your attitude, I think such a meeting is inevitable. I look forward to it, even.

[dereban]

ha.

too bad we'd never know, since we're both anonymous.

un: erenyeager

[trample]

How about now?

[dereban]

well.

i guess i'd know now.

[ She's still staying anonymous, though! ]

[trample]

At least one of us does. I'm not sure why I bothered hiding my identity in the first place. Seems childish, in retrospect.

[dereban]

well, people hide their identities for various reasons.
for me, it's as simple as wanting to obscure things.

[trample]

Believe me, I know. But I don't think anything I said was particularly incriminating. So there's nothing to fear, really. If I were you, I think I would feel the same way.

[dereban]

i don't know.

maybe i didn't say anything necessarily bad, but that doesn't mean i want people to know it was me. even i have some things that i want to keep to myself, after all.

[trample]

Don't we all? I won't pry any further. Take care, whoever you are.