Eden

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I mean, not to criticise other people in other situations, because I get how a lot of the time one person on their own can't change anything. And I get how sometimes trying to help will actually be dangerous for the person helping, as well, because then they'll become a target of the mob too. I understand all that, but sometimes you just have to try anyway, and sometimes things aren't necessarily quite that bad. Sometimes it's a little safer to try and help, and this feels like such a time. I feel mostly safe. The crowd is angry, but it's only the tied-up woman they're angry with, and the speech-making man did just ask if anyone would speak up for her.

I mean, he actually asked.

He wouldn't have done that if he didn't mean it, surely. He just wouldn't have said anything at all.

It feels like I might be able to change something, right now, if I speak up. It feels like I could help, and save the tied-up woman's life, and that I wouldn't be in very much danger if I did.

Or so I hope.

I think about that, all of that, and also I think of how I seem to be stuck here, in this place, in Eden, and I think about what I want be and do now that I am. I mean, obviously I don't really think about absolutely everything, not properly, not every possibly consequences of what I'm about to do, and all the ways I might be missing what's really happening here, and all the things which might go wrong. Not all of it. But I think quickly, for a moment, as best I can.

And then I say, "Um, excuse me?"