Several maybes

Prochorus sighs.
‘What’s troubling you?’ asks Sumati.
‘Worried about my friends.’
‘Why?’
‘They don’t seem to care. They don’t realise how serious this is.’
‘Hmm,’ says Sumati. ‘Are you sure? Maybe they’re all on journeys as well. Maybe you’re just traveling from different directions.’
‘Maybe they’re just not aware of the journey yet.’
‘Maybe. Maybe you should give them more credit?’
‘Mmm, yeah.’
‘Anyway. You’d best keep going. Not to say that reflection’s unimportant, but you want to get to the door before it gets too late.’


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