[ The twentieth century. She'd said something like that during the carnival, as well—but he supposes he's not too surprised. Culturally, they seem quite different.
As for what year it was... He has to think for a moment. ]
1848, miss. June.
[ ... ]
It does seem odd to have no motivation. If Ish expects us to kill each other, he ought to give us a reason. Your amnesiac had nothing to gain.
Damn. While ago. [Shiv's face wrinkles slightly in interest.] It's 2020 where I'm from. Might as well be another dimension even without all the other shit. Even if we're still the only folks who don't get cool magic or giant robots or whatever.
Well, no reason to hide what this is for now, so I expect Ish to up the ante a little bit. Add a cash prize or take away all the nice soaps and running water.
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As for what year it was... He has to think for a moment. ]
1848, miss. June.
[ ... ]
It does seem odd to have no motivation. If Ish expects us to kill each other, he ought to give us a reason. Your amnesiac had nothing to gain.
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Well, no reason to hide what this is for now, so I expect Ish to up the ante a little bit. Add a cash prize or take away all the nice soaps and running water.
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Another dimension... I imagine it's as difficult for you to imagine my world as it is for me to imagine yours.
[ Even if she knows the history, it's different when it's you're living in it. ]
A proper motivation will make it easier for us to catch future killers, perhaps. We ought to pay attention to each other's values.