Jack held his staff close as he listened to Rich. He supposed having someone to talk to would be nice. Would have been nice for 300 years too but that was neither here nor there. He also should have realized that he wasn't the only one in this boat, he wasn't the only one pulled here so there were others who probably all had some of the same feelings he had. He wasn't the only one confused.
"Uh... Death is pretty permanent where I'm from, myself excluded. That might take a little getting used to," His grip tightened on his staff, adjusting the position to rest a bit more comfortably on his shoulder. He tapped it on the ground, watching the frost grow as he thought over everything. "But, I guess aside from that, it shouldn't be too bad. Bunny'd never believe me, though. Sandman would though, I think."
He frowned a little though, raising his hand to wave and craft a small snowflake. He sent it toward Rich, did his magic still work?. "I'm in a spacr station so that explains why I can't fly, but I'm also somewhere else entirely. How do I know if I can still do all the things I could before?"
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"Uh... Death is pretty permanent where I'm from, myself excluded. That might take a little getting used to," His grip tightened on his staff, adjusting the position to rest a bit more comfortably on his shoulder. He tapped it on the ground, watching the frost grow as he thought over everything. "But, I guess aside from that, it shouldn't be too bad. Bunny'd never believe me, though. Sandman would though, I think."
He frowned a little though, raising his hand to wave and craft a small snowflake. He sent it toward Rich, did his magic still work?. "I'm in a spacr station so that explains why I can't fly, but I'm also somewhere else entirely. How do I know if I can still do all the things I could before?"