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[Disoriented is a word for what Philip feels upon waking on the Barge. There's a dull throb of pain in his chest and his head, things he know he should be dead from, and his shirt is still slick with blood. He also recognizes the room he wakes up in with everything where it should be, but he knows it should burned out. The view outside the windows, however, aren't looking out into the streets of Woodbury, but an infinite void. He isn't sure if this is what death is supposed to be like, but he has a feeling it's not because it feels very much alive.]
[He's willing to stay as long as it takes to change and clean the blood off his face, but no longer than that. He doesn't feel particularly keen on lingering in a room with this many reminders right now. Already he's trying hard to not think of what just happened, the large amount of nothing he just left behind once more. He looks for any of his weapons before leaving to find them gone. So perhaps not everything is in its place. But no matter. He can improvise if the situation calls for it.]
[Stepping outside into the hall, he still doesn't know what to make of any of this. but if there's one thing he knows, it's that he needs to get his bearings and so he sets off to learn the layout of wherever the hell he's ended up.]
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[Later, after he's had the chance to explore and numerous explanations and perspectives on what this place is, he only has one question:]
How many of you are here?
[Disoriented is a word for what Philip feels upon waking on the Barge. There's a dull throb of pain in his chest and his head, things he know he should be dead from, and his shirt is still slick with blood. He also recognizes the room he wakes up in with everything where it should be, but he knows it should burned out. The view outside the windows, however, aren't looking out into the streets of Woodbury, but an infinite void. He isn't sure if this is what death is supposed to be like, but he has a feeling it's not because it feels very much alive.]
[He's willing to stay as long as it takes to change and clean the blood off his face, but no longer than that. He doesn't feel particularly keen on lingering in a room with this many reminders right now. Already he's trying hard to not think of what just happened, the large amount of nothing he just left behind once more. He looks for any of his weapons before leaving to find them gone. So perhaps not everything is in its place. But no matter. He can improvise if the situation calls for it.]
[Stepping outside into the hall, he still doesn't know what to make of any of this. but if there's one thing he knows, it's that he needs to get his bearings and so he sets off to learn the layout of wherever the hell he's ended up.]
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[Later, after he's had the chance to explore and numerous explanations and perspectives on what this place is, he only has one question:]
How many of you are here?
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[Loki had only mentioned being here a month, after all.]
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[Philip could have easily guessed that from the earlier haughtiness, but he's not being sarcastic right now. Not openly anyway.]
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Others may think we are the undeserving. The Admiral... The Wardens... The heroes.
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Is that what they tell themselves they are?
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Some people find comfort in believing in a lie.
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Haven't met a soul yet who doesn't.
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Not that it will help or change anything.
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I wouldn't think so. But it won't be much of a problem either.
[The Governor does what the Governor wants, tbh. Or so he thinks, anyway.]
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[Although he does question how black and white it actually is. People are generally more simple than they believe, but because they believe otherwise, things can get complicated sometimes. Sometimes.]
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They won't find much interesting in there.
[Or rather, that's the opposite problem he'll have. But he's not going to say or show any sign of it to a stranger. Philip's sins are his own, he feels. They aren't ones that he can ignore (he learned that the hard way), but they are nobody's business but his own.]
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