You're back from New Tokyo?
Sure, though I don't really know where. Any ideas?
Sure, though I don't really know where. Any ideas?
Six of one, half-dozen of the other.
[ He sits up when the door opens, blinking a little as he closes up the text he'd been looking at. His attention turns to his brother, taking in the whole sight of him--how tired he looks, frayed at the edges in the ways Sam knows how to spot.
He doesn't say anything about it. Instead, he offers: ]
Dunno if you've looked at any of the history books around here. Couple hundred years starts to distort things even more than they were back in our time.
[ Has he been reading about Avery? Don't worry about it. ]
[ He sits up when the door opens, blinking a little as he closes up the text he'd been looking at. His attention turns to his brother, taking in the whole sight of him--how tired he looks, frayed at the edges in the ways Sam knows how to spot.
He doesn't say anything about it. Instead, he offers: ]
Dunno if you've looked at any of the history books around here. Couple hundred years starts to distort things even more than they were back in our time.
[ Has he been reading about Avery? Don't worry about it. ]
How am I going to be able to tell what's a park and what isn't with all these plants?
[He's joking, following immediately with--]
I'm not that far. I'll meet you there soon.
[He's out in the city, so it doesn't require much of a change in course to head toward the park near where Nate lives; overgrown as it may be, he knew where that park was already and so it isn't too difficult to find it.
He physically looks a little better than last time Nate saw him, since he'd gotten some impromptu rest, but Nate knows him well enough that it's probably easy to tell he's not doing that great otherwise. His arms are crossed protectively over his chest, he keeps glancing over his shoulder at any hint of a noise, and his gaze keeps flickering between present and clearly somewhere else.]
[He's joking, following immediately with--]
I'm not that far. I'll meet you there soon.
[He's out in the city, so it doesn't require much of a change in course to head toward the park near where Nate lives; overgrown as it may be, he knew where that park was already and so it isn't too difficult to find it.
He physically looks a little better than last time Nate saw him, since he'd gotten some impromptu rest, but Nate knows him well enough that it's probably easy to tell he's not doing that great otherwise. His arms are crossed protectively over his chest, he keeps glancing over his shoulder at any hint of a noise, and his gaze keeps flickering between present and clearly somewhere else.]
For what it's worth, I think there's a collective understanding that who we were there isn't exactly who we are here. More so for some than others, but at any rate, anybody with common sense won't cement that image of you in their mind.
The only way to really fix it is to let yourself be seen being who you actually are.
For the record, I'm pretty sure I like that guy.
( You know, based on what he's seen so far. Just in case that'll coax a few more doors open. )
The only way to really fix it is to let yourself be seen being who you actually are.
For the record, I'm pretty sure I like that guy.
( You know, based on what he's seen so far. Just in case that'll coax a few more doors open. )
( It matches up so closely with the doubt that started growing after his conversation with Kyna, he actually has to take a minute to respond.
There's a lot going on, a lot he's trying to work through about that, but right now isn't the time to get caught up in it. )
Some things are impossible to fake
As long as those parts of the picture are real, the rest of it's just color
There's a lot going on, a lot he's trying to work through about that, but right now isn't the time to get caught up in it. )
Some things are impossible to fake
As long as those parts of the picture are real, the rest of it's just color
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