It's got nothing to do with me. [ At least it shouldn't, aside from the very fact that he'd been dragged her by whatever it is that has dragged them all. He imagines it's got nothing to really do with her either, or any of the rest of them, which doesn't exactly grant him any special privileges with regards to this situation.
When he takes another drink of his own coffee, it lacks all the sugar and creamer and he basks in that deep bitterness rolling down his throat. ]
Crucial. [ He can guess that not everyone came here voluntary, all in the midst of whatever personal issues they have going about wherever they come from. He hasn't bothered to ask about it; everyone's got their shit. She hasn't necessarily asked for details, but he shrugs, looking at the liquid in his cup when he adds, ] There's a girl. Little girl. She needs my help. Some ... some people are after her, and I've β I've got to keep her safe.
But β you heard what it said in the dream, right? With the deer?
[ She feels ridiculous even saying it out loud β and all of a sudden, sitting here with him, she's struck by the overwhelming concern that he's going to start looking at her like a crazy person, the way it happened for most of her goddamn childhood, and the onset of what that dredges up is so strong that she takes another sip of her coffee just to hide anything in her expression.
By the time she lowers the mug back down to the table, she's recovered herself again. ] Whatever we're here for, they need us for something. Not that I even have the slightest idea what that something is.
[ But they also can't fight what they don't know about, and when he mentions what his own personal mission is back home she absently gnaws at the inside of her cheek, exhaling softly. ] Shit. Okay, yeah, yours β yours sounds pretty close to DEFCON 5. Wait, is that the bad one? I can never remember.
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When he takes another drink of his own coffee, it lacks all the sugar and creamer and he basks in that deep bitterness rolling down his throat. ]
Crucial. [ He can guess that not everyone came here voluntary, all in the midst of whatever personal issues they have going about wherever they come from. He hasn't bothered to ask about it; everyone's got their shit. She hasn't necessarily asked for details, but he shrugs, looking at the liquid in his cup when he adds, ] There's a girl. Little girl. She needs my help. Some ... some people are after her, and I've β I've got to keep her safe.
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[ She feels ridiculous even saying it out loud β and all of a sudden, sitting here with him, she's struck by the overwhelming concern that he's going to start looking at her like a crazy person, the way it happened for most of her goddamn childhood, and the onset of what that dredges up is so strong that she takes another sip of her coffee just to hide anything in her expression.
By the time she lowers the mug back down to the table, she's recovered herself again. ] Whatever we're here for, they need us for something. Not that I even have the slightest idea what that something is.
[ But they also can't fight what they don't know about, and when he mentions what his own personal mission is back home she absently gnaws at the inside of her cheek, exhaling softly. ] Shit. Okay, yeah, yours β yours sounds pretty close to DEFCON 5. Wait, is that the bad one? I can never remember.