Meanwhile, Savitar has no idea what to think of David. He doesn't yet have much to go on, beyond an introduction and the fact that unlike a lot of the people here, David isn't doped up within an inch of his life.
He wasn’t keeping track, yet as every day ran into the next day and most his days were lived as one continuous day, David counted how long he was inside.
“Twenty-four months.”
It’d never felt like more than one year had gone by.
Oh, David. Enjoy the vague expression of horror that briefly passes over Savitar's face. "You're kidding." He has no idea what his 'sentence' here was, but almost two years?
Well. Compared to how long he was trapped in the speedforce, maybe it's not really that long. "I had no idea they could keep people here that long."
David doesn’t. In fact, he dislikes the added look of dread. It only adds to his own stale fear.
“Oh Doctors have kept people here their entire lives. There’s one guy, he’s, I think he’s sixty four now, arrived at twenty and only three times since has seen outside the gate walls."
Dread turns to outright horror. And he thought the speedforce was bad enough. At least you could get used to living through your own personal hell. "I can't be here that long..."
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"How long have you been here, David?"
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“Twenty-four months.”
It’d never felt like more than one year had gone by.
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Well. Compared to how long he was trapped in the speedforce, maybe it's not really that long. "I had no idea they could keep people here that long."
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“Oh Doctors have kept people here their entire lives. There’s one guy, he’s, I think he’s sixty four now, arrived at twenty and only three times since has seen outside the gate walls."
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