A lot happens in very little time: there's overwhelming energy, and then there's not. That voice in the distance that Luka has barely a second to acknowledge. Sudden, intense brightness.
The city street is a far cry from the mountain cave, and the abrupt transition is uncomfortable and jarring. But, at the very least, Far Haven was less foreign than the cave interior at its most chaotic.
But Luka is no less confused than he had been in the cave, despite being somewhat more comfortable now. He slowly realizes that he's changed clothes, and that he's standing beside an unfamiliar person - Jane, she said? We're reporters, she said?
"My name isn't Red-" He starts to say in the quiet, confused manner of someone who's been woken from a dream. But he trails off when Olivia speaks up, practically reading his mind with her question. Something akin to it would have likely been the next thing he said, and so he holds his tongue and waits for a response.
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The city street is a far cry from the mountain cave, and the abrupt transition is uncomfortable and jarring. But, at the very least, Far Haven was less foreign than the cave interior at its most chaotic.
But Luka is no less confused than he had been in the cave, despite being somewhat more comfortable now. He slowly realizes that he's changed clothes, and that he's standing beside an unfamiliar person - Jane, she said? We're reporters, she said?
"My name isn't Red-" He starts to say in the quiet, confused manner of someone who's been woken from a dream. But he trails off when Olivia speaks up, practically reading his mind with her question. Something akin to it would have likely been the next thing he said, and so he holds his tongue and waits for a response.