Jon's attention snaps up to John's pacing, and attentive, alert, and just a touch panicked, he listens, hanging onto Rambo's each and every word.
By the time he's drawn to his conclusion, Jon's jolted up to his feet, as well. His pacing has a bit more direction than a simple back and forth; he's stepping sharply over to his abandoned bag, fishing out a notebook. The second his hands are on it, he's jotting out messy notes, haphazard but desperately quick in getting the information on the page.
"Where would we be, if not on Marrow Isle, though?" He asks - there's no disbelief in the question, but intensity, as though he were trying to solve some complicated math problem. "But we're--- if we're in another world, could we still be alive, in a sense? We function as living, breathing people. We change, we age, we just don't--- die. Curse aside, that's as alive as I think one could get, but..."
Jon rewinds the tape, and clicks it on with a great deal of urgency. It's hard to wait for the part he wants to hear, but when he catches it, he stops the tape, just after the mention of a crack.
"Hear me out. There's something at play here, something that's not only brought us from our world, but I'd wager that, perhaps--- it's a similar something that's bringing in the things that would seek to level this town. Mortanne wouldn't do that, but, I wonder--- in this strange state of existence and non-existence, if there's something that keeps Marrow Isle from being able to be placed back where it once was. And if there is something, like--- like that crack, what other things could it be causing?"
In his flurry, his desperation for emphasis, he takes John's hand, giving it and urgent little shake.
"You are here. This is some sort of Marrow Isle, one way or another, and we are here, but there's something else. Something else is here that is causing everything."
He pulls back, in his great hurry, and picks up the tape recorder; his mind is clearly racing, and he's all over the place, but he can't recall the last time something had stoked the fire in him so thoroughly.
"I've got to get this information out there. If we've got this much from just the two of us, if we put the minds of the other experts in the community together--- I think we may just come out of this with a significantly clearer picture."
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By the time he's drawn to his conclusion, Jon's jolted up to his feet, as well. His pacing has a bit more direction than a simple back and forth; he's stepping sharply over to his abandoned bag, fishing out a notebook. The second his hands are on it, he's jotting out messy notes, haphazard but desperately quick in getting the information on the page.
"Where would we be, if not on Marrow Isle, though?" He asks - there's no disbelief in the question, but intensity, as though he were trying to solve some complicated math problem. "But we're--- if we're in another world, could we still be alive, in a sense? We function as living, breathing people. We change, we age, we just don't--- die. Curse aside, that's as alive as I think one could get, but..."
Jon rewinds the tape, and clicks it on with a great deal of urgency. It's hard to wait for the part he wants to hear, but when he catches it, he stops the tape, just after the mention of a crack.
"Hear me out. There's something at play here, something that's not only brought us from our world, but I'd wager that, perhaps--- it's a similar something that's bringing in the things that would seek to level this town. Mortanne wouldn't do that, but, I wonder--- in this strange state of existence and non-existence, if there's something that keeps Marrow Isle from being able to be placed back where it once was. And if there is something, like--- like that crack, what other things could it be causing?"
In his flurry, his desperation for emphasis, he takes John's hand, giving it and urgent little shake.
"You are here. This is some sort of Marrow Isle, one way or another, and we are here, but there's something else. Something else is here that is causing everything."
He pulls back, in his great hurry, and picks up the tape recorder; his mind is clearly racing, and he's all over the place, but he can't recall the last time something had stoked the fire in him so thoroughly.
"I've got to get this information out there. If we've got this much from just the two of us, if we put the minds of the other experts in the community together--- I think we may just come out of this with a significantly clearer picture."