"Thank you for your service, then." That was rote, an automatic reaction from someone raised to respect those who joined the military, but not insincere for it. "Does that mean you're from the 1950s?" Steve doesn't look like he could possibly be from Gansey's 'now' of the late 2010s if he fought in WWII. "What happened before is always relevant, if only so we know better this time."
Gansey rubs one of his ears absently. "I had a pretty bad experience when I was ten, and ended up in the hospital for awhile recovering. While I was there my older sister gave me a book that had a story about Glyndŵr. It portrayed him as a sort of Welsh King Arthur-Robin Hood combination. When I got out my parents were pretty touchy about me going outside for awhile, so I ended up researching more and falling down a rabbit hole. There was a legend that Glyndŵr's body was transported from Wales to somewhere in what would become the Americas following a ley line from one to the other. It started as a puzzle, then became something like a quest." Obsession would be the more accurate word, but admitting that to a professor is heresy and he's already sanitized the story on several fronts. Gansey shoves his hands into his hoodie pockets, wrapping one of them around his phone from home like a talisman. "I did find him, but it seemed wrong to disturb the site except for seeing it the once. We didn't even tell anyone." He has a singular photograph of the tomb door to remind himself that it all really happened. Everything about that time feels like it might have been a fever dream. "I don't think I'll ever be done finding things to look for."
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Gansey rubs one of his ears absently. "I had a pretty bad experience when I was ten, and ended up in the hospital for awhile recovering. While I was there my older sister gave me a book that had a story about Glyndŵr. It portrayed him as a sort of Welsh King Arthur-Robin Hood combination. When I got out my parents were pretty touchy about me going outside for awhile, so I ended up researching more and falling down a rabbit hole. There was a legend that Glyndŵr's body was transported from Wales to somewhere in what would become the Americas following a ley line from one to the other. It started as a puzzle, then became something like a quest." Obsession would be the more accurate word, but admitting that to a professor is heresy and he's already sanitized the story on several fronts. Gansey shoves his hands into his hoodie pockets, wrapping one of them around his phone from home like a talisman. "I did find him, but it seemed wrong to disturb the site except for seeing it the once. We didn't even tell anyone." He has a singular photograph of the tomb door to remind himself that it all really happened. Everything about that time feels like it might have been a fever dream. "I don't think I'll ever be done finding things to look for."