“Looks like you were right,” John whispered.
“Naturally,” said Gwena. “Hildan doesn’t recognize what a chiller is, while Phoenix still calls it a fridge. Our universe-dependent variables seem radically differed, at least in the aspect relating to time.”
John sighed. “You’re over complicating sentences again, Gwena.”
“Sorry. We each seem to be from world’s that at least are in different times of technological advancement, if they’re not more distinct than that.”
“I know,” Karra said again. “It’s just…” She raised her eyes to meet his. “I’m probably not making any sense. Buckets, I don’t even understand myself.” She felt herself blush slightly at her language but ignored it. “Everything’s just so confusing, and all I know is that I want to hit something. A lot. And… I want to stick with you. What ever it takes.” Her breath caught at the confession, but she didn’t care. It was time to be honest.
She might not have much left anyways.
(Uh oh… What is this new development I have just stumbled upon? I guess we’ll find out… Onwards!)