Not bad at all. [ He nods in agreement. ] What was the Caribbean like?
[ It would be nice to go back someday, even just to Australia, or better yet to see more of the world (especially the Caribbean), although Irving knows that's a pipe dream; the odds of him and the rest of the Terror/Erebus crews making it back from the Arctic alive were hovering barely above zero even before he'd woken up here, and then obviously just being in Duplicity at all suggests rather strongly that he, at least, has indeed somehow died.
Honestly, that thought doesn't bother him as much as it could. He fears Hell, yes, fears the unknown, fears a great many other things in kind, but not death itself. Death is an inevitability; a deliverance, even. Or at least it should have been.
He drinks down more whiskey, his freshly flushed face and slightly glassy eyes as much proof of his increasing tipsiness as his rapidly draining glass is, then blinks at Jack in bleary, momentary confusion. ]
Let him know about... what, about you? [ Irving actually laughs at the idea. ] Well, of course not-- why on Earth would I? The man would never look at me the same again... if at all, and certainly not in the eye.
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[ It would be nice to go back someday, even just to Australia, or better yet to see more of the world (especially the Caribbean), although Irving knows that's a pipe dream; the odds of him and the rest of the Terror/Erebus crews making it back from the Arctic alive were hovering barely above zero even before he'd woken up here, and then obviously just being in Duplicity at all suggests rather strongly that he, at least, has indeed somehow died.
Honestly, that thought doesn't bother him as much as it could. He fears Hell, yes, fears the unknown, fears a great many other things in kind, but not death itself. Death is an inevitability; a deliverance, even. Or at least it should have been.
He drinks down more whiskey, his freshly flushed face and slightly glassy eyes as much proof of his increasing tipsiness as his rapidly draining glass is, then blinks at Jack in bleary, momentary confusion. ]
Let him know about... what, about you? [ Irving actually laughs at the idea. ] Well, of course not-- why on Earth would I? The man would never look at me the same again... if at all, and certainly not in the eye.