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Dying, everyone's reminded, hearts are washed in misery drenched in gasoline [Wed Week 10]
[It's only Wednesday and already everything happens so much all the time. He should be used to this, but he's not. It's like another prophecy dangling before his eyes, bits and pieces of a puzzle he's receiving but not putting together fast enough and that he's being forced to participate in.
Frankly, it fucking sucks.
But it's Wednesday and now that he has his bearings back he's thinking. He's kept track of the most important people except for one. He wanted to give her a few days to calm down from the trial, but he hadn't forgotten. It's for that reason that sometime around lunch when most people are in other parts of the ship Luke heads back to the rooms corridor. Two sheets of paper in his pocket seemingly weigh way more than they should, but he's decided they should maybe be addressed. Maybe. Depending. As it is he also has a notebook and his datapad tucked under his arm, Backbiter strapped to his back, and a plate with a couple of sandwiches on it in one hand.
He's not even sure this will work, but she had told him where to find her. So with his free hand somehow he knocks.]
It's just me. [He's not sure she can hear him, but he's hoping it's enough.]
Frankly, it fucking sucks.
But it's Wednesday and now that he has his bearings back he's thinking. He's kept track of the most important people except for one. He wanted to give her a few days to calm down from the trial, but he hadn't forgotten. It's for that reason that sometime around lunch when most people are in other parts of the ship Luke heads back to the rooms corridor. Two sheets of paper in his pocket seemingly weigh way more than they should, but he's decided they should maybe be addressed. Maybe. Depending. As it is he also has a notebook and his datapad tucked under his arm, Backbiter strapped to his back, and a plate with a couple of sandwiches on it in one hand.
He's not even sure this will work, but she had told him where to find her. So with his free hand somehow he knocks.]
It's just me. [He's not sure she can hear him, but he's hoping it's enough.]
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Regardless, he understands how pessimism is and he understands on a base-level how complicated it is to tell people the unbelievable. Telling people he was a demigod as a kid had proven to be more damaging than helpful. People never understood, and he wouldn't be able to stay long anyway due to monster attacks. They're not quite the same, but…well, he'd be a huge dick not to buy it after watching her completely freak out about it. So he's fine letting her lean into him and he's resettling an arm around her even with a thoughtful hum.]
Winning, I think, would be giving us a choice in what we want to happen. Some of us don't exactly have places we want to go back to. So…they can pull us here. Maybe they can put us back other places and other times. The AI is running under somebody else's operation. Maybe those people are more competent than Alice is.