What? ( for once the more voluble one, his reaction is loud enough to turn heads. ) You're —
( lying, he wants to say. it's only because this is gilbert, because of the gravity of the subject matter, that he doesn't let that unfair accusation fly. retaliation is — logical; but it's something he hadn't considered even in his scarce few hours awake lately, that the united earth wouldn't allow an indignity like a research station within its grounds raided and destroyed by the paltry rebel resistance. all of their important work, the things that the scientists like the one he and chrono had met had been pushed harder and harder to accomplish, not ruined but certainly set back. he'd been relieved when their rescue had come, lightheaded enough with it that he'd forgotten to think, to consider —
destroy the entire city in an instant. it makes him think of sablier, makes him feel sick. he reaches out for gil's jacket again, but for the sleeve and in a gesture like he had back at the holding compound just a few days ago, even if what he really means to do is give it a shake. )
This isn't everyone. ( not hardly, not even by half; he remembers how big the ship isn't. ) Where are — no, how long is there?
( trips, maybe, multiple ones? his mind works feverishly to work out the situation, as if that can abate the horror somehow. this is the spacecraft because if exsilium is destroyed there's nowhere for them to go but ue territory; or at least nowhere for them to go in this world. so then, where?
that's when he thinks of collette's ridiculous idea, or at least the one he'd dismissed as such, and more importantly one thing more: something he'd gently reminded madoka about while they were all trapped in the united earth, a fond memory to make her laugh. they'd gone a few months ago to see a beach, to see the dinosaurs there, to collect supplies to reclaim and rebuild the moon base. )
So we're running away to the moon?
( hasn't abated the horror at all, for all that, even if the very statement sounds ludicrous. )
no subject
( lying, he wants to say. it's only because this is gilbert, because of the gravity of the subject matter, that he doesn't let that unfair accusation fly. retaliation is — logical; but it's something he hadn't considered even in his scarce few hours awake lately, that the united earth wouldn't allow an indignity like a research station within its grounds raided and destroyed by the paltry rebel resistance. all of their important work, the things that the scientists like the one he and chrono had met had been pushed harder and harder to accomplish, not ruined but certainly set back. he'd been relieved when their rescue had come, lightheaded enough with it that he'd forgotten to think, to consider —
destroy the entire city in an instant. it makes him think of sablier, makes him feel sick. he reaches out for gil's jacket again, but for the sleeve and in a gesture like he had back at the holding compound just a few days ago, even if what he really means to do is give it a shake. )
This isn't everyone. ( not hardly, not even by half; he remembers how big the ship isn't. ) Where are — no, how long is there?
( trips, maybe, multiple ones? his mind works feverishly to work out the situation, as if that can abate the horror somehow. this is the spacecraft because if exsilium is destroyed there's nowhere for them to go but ue territory; or at least nowhere for them to go in this world. so then, where?
that's when he thinks of collette's ridiculous idea, or at least the one he'd dismissed as such, and more importantly one thing more: something he'd gently reminded madoka about while they were all trapped in the united earth, a fond memory to make her laugh. they'd gone a few months ago to see a beach, to see the dinosaurs there, to collect supplies to reclaim and rebuild the moon base. )
So we're running away to the moon?
( hasn't abated the horror at all, for all that, even if the very statement sounds ludicrous. )