But this was weird.
And it was different.
And there was a lot to take in all at once, even if he completely disregarded the near-death experience of a week prior. For one: this other ******** pocket dimension? That he apparently had to lived in now? Negaspace was kind of gloomy; like, if Magnesia had his pick of anywhere in the world to live, it almost certainly would not have been here. But it was interesting in a morbid, grimdark, purply Halloween-esque aesthetic sort of way. He didn't hate it. He just wasn't used to it. Yet.
He expected he'd have time to get over that.
As he wasn't entirely clear on what he should be doing with his time (the words 'taking it easy while you recover' had been thrown around, but that was dull, and also how was he supposed to do that with all these supernatural revelations that had just been thrown at him?), he'd taken to people-watching. Attempted people watching. It was kind of hard to do here. There was a bit of coming and going, but given that there were probably only a couple hundred bodies that even had access to Negaspace at all, it definitely wasn't as lively as it was in the city...
And the only person he knew to any degree was Wolframite, who probably wanted a break from him every now and then- Magnesia thought the General might have, like, other people he wanted to spend time with or tasks that he needed to do that didn't involve Magnesia. Lame.
So that left Mag to just sort of... sit in a gangly lump on the obsidian-like steps to the Castle. He'd wandered around a bit, from his own quarters and the training area, but most of the activity seemed to be here- Not that that meant very much.
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