You think she rigged us? Huh! Great minds do think alike.
(She thinks exactly that, actually. An illusion of choice, considering the fact they all have to work together, and if she knows who they are, the uphill battle is going to be for all of them to band together for anything at all. There's just too much involved, personally, politically, morally in the group they chose to save the damn world that it feels almost impossible.
But she has to try, as much as she thinks it's a worthless exercise. She's got something going, and she can't just let it go and ignore all she's been building on the off-chance she can't do it.
She can fix it. She has to.)
Silco, you look like crap, and that's rich coming from a Trencher. You sick?
('Course not. But, it's easier to think he is than that he is taking shit care of himself. This is her dad. She can't leave him like that. She climbs to his lap, crossing her legs in a crooked lotus position as she spins the injector on her index finger, the other hand checking his temperature.)
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(She thinks exactly that, actually. An illusion of choice, considering the fact they all have to work together, and if she knows who they are, the uphill battle is going to be for all of them to band together for anything at all. There's just too much involved, personally, politically, morally in the group they chose to save the damn world that it feels almost impossible.
But she has to try, as much as she thinks it's a worthless exercise. She's got something going, and she can't just let it go and ignore all she's been building on the off-chance she can't do it.
She can fix it. She has to.)
Silco, you look like crap, and that's rich coming from a Trencher. You sick?
('Course not. But, it's easier to think he is than that he is taking shit care of himself. This is her dad. She can't leave him like that. She climbs to his lap, crossing her legs in a crooked lotus position as she spins the injector on her index finger, the other hand checking his temperature.)