[ oh, well— he’s cornered himself now, hasn’t he? what keeps him alive is the laugh, sensing that all honor hasn’t been lost yet— and tries his best to come up with a new answer to that one without taking too long. ah, here’s their warm little corner! ]

It feels like . . . Time stops, up there. [ that’s actually true; when he’s reached his apex, when he hovers those few seconds in the air— it feels like a lifetime; and just like that, it’s gone. ] I could see everything that’s going on. I guess— both?

[ does that make sense? he’s starting to babble, ]

‘Cause it takes effort to jump all of that.