It was a voice. [Stating the obvious, Prior, but he sounds thoroughly shaken. It came from him somehow.] Do you think that's what people mean by speaking in tongues?
That's something, I guess. [His voice still sounds on the edge of cracking - like he's on the edge of cracking up.] So anyway, I'm a prophet... while we're on the subject of crazy.
[ and because he can't work out what a normal reaction to this ought to be, isn't sure he's ready yet to learn more immediately, at least until he's had time to process the magnitude of the past few moments: ]
Listen, do you need company?
[ after... that. the urgency seems to have bled away somehow, but that doesn't mean the aftermath's pleasant. ]
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[ this is crazy, it's absolutely mental. but Prior? well. if Prior's got voices in his head, John's heard them now. ]
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[ and because he can't work out what a normal reaction to this ought to be, isn't sure he's ready yet to learn more immediately, at least until he's had time to process the magnitude of the past few moments: ]
Listen, do you need company?
[ after... that. the urgency seems to have bled away somehow, but that doesn't mean the aftermath's pleasant. ]
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Right. Well, your call. I can hang fire if you need time to sort yourself out.
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Alright. I'm going to ring off while I brave the downpour. If I'm not there in twenty minutes, it's probably time to write the first space obituary.
[ he'll have been eaten by a dragon. or an angel. or an angel riding a dragon. ]