What the hell am I doing in Rhydin? This place is like No Man's Land. Or Purgatory. Somewhere between Heaven and Hell.
The Nexus, they call it, a place where all realities converge, each reality or world being like the spoke of a wheel, with Rhydin at its center, holding them all together. I don't know. That's the only way I can think of to explain or understand it.
I just feel so lost here. I don't know what to do. I don't want to go home. There's nothing left for me there but more fighting. War and death. According to the history books, I went missing back home. They never found my body or my plane. That's because I'm not dead. I'm just lost in a place I don't understand.
I can't go home and I can't stay here. I don't know what to do with myself anymore. I'm stuck here, an antique at twenty-one. A relic. Old before my time.
I know Sergei is in some kind of trouble, but I don't know what to do to help. He tried to explain it to me, but I don't understand. There's something going on with him and Katt, and I just feel like I'm in the way. They've been kind to me, but I need to move on, find my own place, my own life, my own purpose.
So I do what I do best. I fly. Up there in the clouds, high above the ground, high above all the confusion, I feel at peace. I'm alone and nothing can touch me. That's the only place where I feel like I really belong.
I fly planes. I'm a pilot. That's all I am and all I'll ever be. I just have to figure out a way to fit in here somehow before I lose my mind.
William Reilly Taylor November 1917 Rhydin
The Nexus, they call it, a place where all realities converge, each reality or world being like the spoke of a wheel, with Rhydin at its center, holding them all together. I don't know. That's the only way I can think of to explain or understand it.
I just feel so lost here. I don't know what to do. I don't want to go home. There's nothing left for me there but more fighting. War and death. According to the history books, I went missing back home. They never found my body or my plane. That's because I'm not dead. I'm just lost in a place I don't understand.
I can't go home and I can't stay here. I don't know what to do with myself anymore. I'm stuck here, an antique at twenty-one. A relic. Old before my time.
I know Sergei is in some kind of trouble, but I don't know what to do to help. He tried to explain it to me, but I don't understand. There's something going on with him and Katt, and I just feel like I'm in the way. They've been kind to me, but I need to move on, find my own place, my own life, my own purpose.
So I do what I do best. I fly. Up there in the clouds, high above the ground, high above all the confusion, I feel at peace. I'm alone and nothing can touch me. That's the only place where I feel like I really belong.
I fly planes. I'm a pilot. That's all I am and all I'll ever be. I just have to figure out a way to fit in here somehow before I lose my mind.
William Reilly Taylor November 1917 Rhydin