An alternate universe was certainly what he first expected, unceremoniously dumped in these halls. Commonwealth in this universe also seemed a given the propensity for conquest among the aliens who had poured through the tunnel. But that doesn't explain the lack of the aliens that had so ruined Dylan's own ceremony, nor the disappearance of Beka and the Eureka Maru. And that there was never a Commonwealth to begin with is difficult for Tyr to wrap his head around as well.
No matter his opinions on the subject, the Commonwealth has always been a presence both historical and immediate. It is as intrinsically shaping to the Known Worlds as were the classical philosophers of Ancient Earth, the scientific treatises of the Perseids or the advent of Drago Museveni himself. Tyr has not live among the grandeur of the Commonwealth anymore than he carries the cause to restore it as his personal burden, so he knows that he cannot approach Dylan's feelings on this, but he knows the uncertainty of having the carpet pulled from beneath his feet as it were.
It's in light of this, and in light of a conversation about loss that he and Dylan shared not long ago that Tyr claps a hand on his shoulder, in a grip that would be painful to any ordinary human, but that he knows Dylan will not have too much trouble enduring. The line of his mouth pulls into a serious set and he looks Dylan dead in the eyes.
"Then it seems you have your work cut out for you, to proselytize your egalitarian brand of insanity across dimensions now, instead of only galaxies." Tyr's only barely begun to speak however when the smile he's trying to hold at bay touches his eyes, and he's forced to let out a laugh. It's not that he's mocking Dylan, or that he doesn't believe Dylan could and would do just that. It simply seems too perfect to him, that Dylan finally assembles his Commonwealth only to be whisked away to do it again, as if he was some sort of messiah.
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No matter his opinions on the subject, the Commonwealth has always been a presence both historical and immediate. It is as intrinsically shaping to the Known Worlds as were the classical philosophers of Ancient Earth, the scientific treatises of the Perseids or the advent of Drago Museveni himself. Tyr has not live among the grandeur of the Commonwealth anymore than he carries the cause to restore it as his personal burden, so he knows that he cannot approach Dylan's feelings on this, but he knows the uncertainty of having the carpet pulled from beneath his feet as it were.
It's in light of this, and in light of a conversation about loss that he and Dylan shared not long ago that Tyr claps a hand on his shoulder, in a grip that would be painful to any ordinary human, but that he knows Dylan will not have too much trouble enduring. The line of his mouth pulls into a serious set and he looks Dylan dead in the eyes.
"Then it seems you have your work cut out for you, to proselytize your egalitarian brand of insanity across dimensions now, instead of only galaxies." Tyr's only barely begun to speak however when the smile he's trying to hold at bay touches his eyes, and he's forced to let out a laugh. It's not that he's mocking Dylan, or that he doesn't believe Dylan could and would do just that. It simply seems too perfect to him, that Dylan finally assembles his Commonwealth only to be whisked away to do it again, as if he was some sort of messiah.