( She's not as passive, attention moving between the screens and watching his face, the impassivity of it, from by his side. Eventually her figers reach out, brushing against his wrist. She doesn't take hold. The tension of his shoulders and arms in keeping his bags as they are, while he stands unmoving, isn't something she holds on to.
If her breathing hitches while they wait, it only does so quietly. Collette keeps her words to herself, unsure what, if anything, to say. Caesar relying on that mask that made his distance with the world only makes sense. She just doesn't have the same thing.
It's after everything, feeling numb herself, that she makes herself smile. There's a huff of laughter as if, for the moment, any more is too much energy to part with. Caesar slumps, and her fingers slide off him, hand moving briefly over his on the bag's handle between them. )
Yeah, you weren't much for space flying the first time. ( A pause. She considers. ) Come on! I can show you to where Oz is staying! They remapped this place with the roommates we had before.
( It's such a normal, inane thing. Roommates, layouts, places to be, beds to rest bodies in even if minds refused the bait. She pulls on that warmth from earlier, past the numbness brought on by the events turning monitors dark across the room. They flicker back to life, but now they're all images from a distance. One shows the Earth setting as the moon makes it's orbit around the beautiful blue, green, white marble of a planet.
Her eyes flick to the screens, her expression briefly wavering. )
We need to rest before... Before the rest.
( There's a firmness there in her voice, along with a surety. Before they make their move, and before they change this world's history, before the word nuclear could be scribed in stone about the ending of the island refuge and prison called Exsilium. )
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If her breathing hitches while they wait, it only does so quietly. Collette keeps her words to herself, unsure what, if anything, to say. Caesar relying on that mask that made his distance with the world only makes sense. She just doesn't have the same thing.
It's after everything, feeling numb herself, that she makes herself smile. There's a huff of laughter as if, for the moment, any more is too much energy to part with. Caesar slumps, and her fingers slide off him, hand moving briefly over his on the bag's handle between them. )
Yeah, you weren't much for space flying the first time. ( A pause. She considers. ) Come on! I can show you to where Oz is staying! They remapped this place with the roommates we had before.
( It's such a normal, inane thing. Roommates, layouts, places to be, beds to rest bodies in even if minds refused the bait. She pulls on that warmth from earlier, past the numbness brought on by the events turning monitors dark across the room. They flicker back to life, but now they're all images from a distance. One shows the Earth setting as the moon makes it's orbit around the beautiful blue, green, white marble of a planet.
Her eyes flick to the screens, her expression briefly wavering. )
We need to rest before... Before the rest.
( There's a firmness there in her voice, along with a surety. Before they make their move, and before they change this world's history, before the word nuclear could be scribed in stone about the ending of the island refuge and prison called Exsilium. )
I can take this one!
( She nods to the one bag between them. )
It's not so far away.