Benjamin turned his head and looked at his grandson, not sure what he was supposed to say. As the silence continued, Benji rubbed the back of his neck, "You know, because... here in this world, you only have one arm, and all. And you spent literally a hundred thousand years over there. Compared to that, this is just a drop in the bucket, isn't it...?"
The old man looked away, "I don't know what I would choose in the end. Right now, I certainly don't think I'm capable of making that choice while being content with either possibility. That might change when I recovered all my memories from my time over there, but... for all it's worth, while I might have gotten side-tracked here and there, in the end I still always tried to do what I had to so that I could come back here." Benjamin told him, "I love both this world and the other. But always remember that I loved this place enough to forget everything I have accumulated over there."
