lutecea’s just slowing me down

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               _{“Wow, that’s a little.. depressing. But I guess the truth is the truth.” Steve crinkles his nose at the woman, expression deterring to something a little less animated. Yeah, he was supposed to be dead. Drowned, and thrown beneath the pools of the Arctic waters when that facility exploded.}

                                         _{But he wasn’t — so where did that actually put him?
                                                Definitely not a zombie, but not exactly human either.}

              _{Steve rubs behind his neck, trying to place the Lutece as she deemed to be a rather odd hallucination if he really was losing his mind. “So.. when do you come from?” When because, who the hell wore that kind of stuff anymore?}

      Rosalind was often pegged as such things– though, there was sheer line which divided pessimism and realism. What she returned in conversation had only been a principle anticipated in human life, no matter which stage it might follow.

     If this had been the case for Steve, both him and the physicist shared a state of being that was very much in common. Although his had been more induced by trauma, hers rather had been on account of pliability…

    “A fair question.” Or more so the right question, considering he had been at least aware of the fact she hadn’t been all too typical. “Of an era you are far from. A meager few years before the twentieth century.” Hopefully he would be aware of the time period she spoke of.