“Angel, I’m flattered, yet still very confused.” He says softly, long having passed the confusion mark. He had found some of your writing that you never let him see. Ever so curious, he read some of it, and he was baffled. The official word you had used for it was “scripting” as if you were writing a movie. And then you called what you had done “shifting?” And it just got worse. “let me get this straight, you thought this world was so wonderful that you just… teleported yourself over here?”