"Indeed," he says, and gets to it. The mechanism isn't perfect, but he can feel the stone ease over the rollers as he pushes.
Jo's comments, meanwhile, have given him a lot to think of. Everyone else in the tree looks human (or his idea of human, which currently encompasses "anyone who doesn't walk on four legs"). It's more than a little confusing, and he's starting to feel a bit... conspicuous?
"What about everyone else in the tree?" he says, looking back at the great trunk rising over the roots. "They all look like you, but they're not from where you are?"
(a whole other world of lost...)
Jo's comments, meanwhile, have given him a lot to think of. Everyone else in the tree looks human (or his idea of human, which currently encompasses "anyone who doesn't walk on four legs"). It's more than a little confusing, and he's starting to feel a bit... conspicuous?
"What about everyone else in the tree?" he says, looking back at the great trunk rising over the roots. "They all look like you, but they're not from where you are?"