He sighs, looking up at the ceiling briefly, "Don't freak out on me when I tell you this shit okay? I've had a fucking terrible month and I don't wanna crush all these chips if you attack me and I fall on it."
Because of course his concern is the snacks and not himself. He also doesn't want to have to stab someone who just arrived on the ship if they come at him. He's very tired.
"You can't go home. We weren't taken from our worlds, we were copied so you're not even gone. You're still there doing your thing, while this version of you is an entirely new instance of yourself. Which means you can't go back, because you're already there and meeting yourself will blow up reality. Or well, not blow up reality it'll just be really bad, but that sounds way cooler. Also this version of you would vaporize." He is greatly paraphrasing the more scientific and emotionless explanation he'd gotten from the Captain and from the following information sharing meeting. "Unless you're dead, like me. I could probably go back since it's not like I can meet my corpse. But I'll probably give everyone who knows who I am a heart attack so... still not a good idea. And my buddy is stuck here since he's still alive there. Feel like I'm gonna end up on his gator ranch in Florida as the weird guy who lives in the shed and keeps the chickens to feed that gators. Well on my way to becoming Freddy instead of Jason so suck on that Pickles."
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Because of course his concern is the snacks and not himself. He also doesn't want to have to stab someone who just arrived on the ship if they come at him. He's very tired.
"You can't go home. We weren't taken from our worlds, we were copied so you're not even gone. You're still there doing your thing, while this version of you is an entirely new instance of yourself. Which means you can't go back, because you're already there and meeting yourself will blow up reality. Or well, not blow up reality it'll just be really bad, but that sounds way cooler. Also this version of you would vaporize." He is greatly paraphrasing the more scientific and emotionless explanation he'd gotten from the Captain and from the following information sharing meeting. "Unless you're dead, like me. I could probably go back since it's not like I can meet my corpse. But I'll probably give everyone who knows who I am a heart attack so... still not a good idea. And my buddy is stuck here since he's still alive there. Feel like I'm gonna end up on his gator ranch in Florida as the weird guy who lives in the shed and keeps the chickens to feed that gators. Well on my way to becoming Freddy instead of Jason so suck on that Pickles."