When searching for the right course of action, sometimes paths diverge to form a tree. Every juncture and fork in the branch is a question. Mark's eyes close for a second, gathering everything Eduardo's said in those few sentences, positioning them in a way that might lead to the why, the how, and most importantly, the things Mark must do to get back to his office in Palo Alto. Or at the very least, away from all the discomfort that hangs in the air between the both of them.
Either Eduardo is telling the truth or he's gone mad, because Eduardo is not the type to lie and certainly never to Mark, no matter how much they've gone through and, Mark predicts, no matter what they may come across in the future.
If Eduardo is telling the truth, then presumably his money won't make it over to this pocket universe. Even if it does, Eduardo won't be able to make any use of it. Meaning that there is no point talking to Eduardo in specific unless Mark is secure in the belief that his best friend's managed to secure some information or way of getting by on the island that no one else has. (Doubtful.)
If, on the other hand, Eduardo has simply gone insane, then the solution is to find someone who can fix that in of itself, someone other than Mark himself, who would more likely drive a person to greater depths of madness.
Add onto all of these lines of reason the fact that Eduardo is unarguably angry with Mark, and Mark sees no more point in staying, walking around the couch and toward the entrance of the rec center, before he stops after a few steps to turn around and face Eduardo. Brow furrowed.
"Meaning we have both fallen through rips in the fabric of space and time, you surely coming from before you've had the enjoyment and catharsis of hiring lawyers to settle what we apparently couldn't on the playground," he plays along, not entirely believing it, but having no grounds to completely discount the story either. "Assuming that we are not the only two currently on the island, I see no reason why you should be forced to be my tour guide."
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Date: 2011-05-15 06:11 am (UTC)Either Eduardo is telling the truth or he's gone mad, because Eduardo is not the type to lie and certainly never to Mark, no matter how much they've gone through and, Mark predicts, no matter what they may come across in the future.
If Eduardo is telling the truth, then presumably his money won't make it over to this pocket universe. Even if it does, Eduardo won't be able to make any use of it. Meaning that there is no point talking to Eduardo in specific unless Mark is secure in the belief that his best friend's managed to secure some information or way of getting by on the island that no one else has. (Doubtful.)
If, on the other hand, Eduardo has simply gone insane, then the solution is to find someone who can fix that in of itself, someone other than Mark himself, who would more likely drive a person to greater depths of madness.
Add onto all of these lines of reason the fact that Eduardo is unarguably angry with Mark, and Mark sees no more point in staying, walking around the couch and toward the entrance of the rec center, before he stops after a few steps to turn around and face Eduardo. Brow furrowed.
"Meaning we have both fallen through rips in the fabric of space and time, you surely coming from before you've had the enjoyment and catharsis of hiring lawyers to settle what we apparently couldn't on the playground," he plays along, not entirely believing it, but having no grounds to completely discount the story either. "Assuming that we are not the only two currently on the island, I see no reason why you should be forced to be my tour guide."