Oh, poor Cain. I love how you (and Cain) encapsulate what must have seemed ages of desperate investigation down to a few terse notes in his notebook.
References to the road when it was new and bright and yellow, and DG's ancestress and company...and their various incarnations as we know them from different media... very intriguing!
Indeed, something told me that I needed to stay on the brick road, whatever color or condition it was in, and that it would somehow lead me home.
*flails at this most canon of canon truths*
"I am Ambrose," he said firmly, looking into Cain's eyes, "but I'm not your Ambrose."
Oh, no! Everyone being shocked at the sight of the zipper was quite a shock in itself. And if it's not enought of a shock that Ambrose isn't Cain's Ambrose, Cain isn't Ambrose's Cain! O.O
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Oh, poor Cain. I love how you (and Cain) encapsulate what must have seemed ages of desperate investigation down to a few terse notes in his notebook.
References to the road when it was new and bright and yellow, and DG's ancestress and company...and their various incarnations as we know them from different media... very intriguing!
Indeed, something told me that I needed to stay on the brick road, whatever color or condition it was in, and that it would somehow lead me home.
*flails at this most canon of canon truths*
"I am Ambrose," he said firmly, looking into Cain's eyes, "but I'm not your Ambrose."
Oh, no! Everyone being shocked at the sight of the zipper was quite a shock in itself. And if it's not enought of a shock that Ambrose isn't Cain's Ambrose, Cain isn't Ambrose's Cain! O.O