[Oh, John...Enoch feels badly for him already, knowing what awaits when he remembers.]
Whatever happened between your last memory of home and your arrival here I think must have brought you some peace. You seem guarded, wary of attack from anywhere and anyone.
Whether or not you believe us about your memories, we are all prisoners here. Most of us would rather cooperate than fight.
@Enoch, text
Whatever happened between your last memory of home and your arrival here I think must have brought you some peace. You seem guarded, wary of attack from anywhere and anyone.
Whether or not you believe us about your memories, we are all prisoners here. Most of us would rather cooperate than fight.