[The first bout of relief for Dist and the others in the Twilight came just last night... Well, "night". There really is no way to tell time in the Twilight either, but it wasn't terribly long ago. At least they know they won't succumb to the destruction of this realm.
The second bout was being able to freely and confidently share that information with Iago. Never would he have imagined that the walkie talkies would work this well. Now he doesn't have to spend the remainder of his days in Twilight, wondering what's going on on the other side. It has done wonders for his outlook, despite having been unexpectedly separated from the living.
He is, coincidentally, in his room as well. One of the few nice things about the Twilight is the existence of natural light. He has been trying to get as much in as possible, so he is at his desk, watching out through his bedroom window when Iago's voice comes through the walkie talkie sitting right in front of him.
He eagerly picks it up, ready for another conversation to get him through the day. Or semblance of one.]
I am here. Up for another chat, then?
[It really does feel the same in some ways. They had plenty of idle conversations like these when Dist was still alive. Of course, there are glaring differences, but the familiarity is still nice. Comforting, even.]
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The second bout was being able to freely and confidently share that information with Iago. Never would he have imagined that the walkie talkies would work this well. Now he doesn't have to spend the remainder of his days in Twilight, wondering what's going on on the other side. It has done wonders for his outlook, despite having been unexpectedly separated from the living.
He is, coincidentally, in his room as well. One of the few nice things about the Twilight is the existence of natural light. He has been trying to get as much in as possible, so he is at his desk, watching out through his bedroom window when Iago's voice comes through the walkie talkie sitting right in front of him.
He eagerly picks it up, ready for another conversation to get him through the day. Or semblance of one.]
I am here. Up for another chat, then?
[It really does feel the same in some ways. They had plenty of idle conversations like these when Dist was still alive. Of course, there are glaring differences, but the familiarity is still nice. Comforting, even.]