[Philip listens intently to the greeter, up to a point. Once he is given enough details, he's able to make the rest of the connections himself. The most important parts are that the people around him seem hollow, grieving, and that they are on the moon, but are not usually there. The most important part to Philip is that the comforting tug of the connection between himself and his partner Shotaro is gone. Shotaro is not here.]
[He shuffles into the observatory with the crowd and looks at the images of Earth. Though it's from space, the bloom of the nuclear cloud is unmistakable to him. Were he on the Earth, he could have felt the planet itself cry out. The echoes of the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki were still there in the memory of the Earth, the greatest events of man-made destruction it could recall.]
[He watches, stone-faced, unsure of the reaction he should be having. He knew that there could only be so much time before a bomb would go off again on his beloved Earth... but still. He doesn't realize a tear is falling until it has already crossed his cheek.]
Ah. I see.
[He murmurs softly, pressing his hand to his cheek and looking at the wetness. Would that Shotaro were here. This was not the way he wanted to see his Earth from afar. But the greeter had told him there was time travel. This could be reversed. He nods.]
Then we will turn it back.
[He talks to himself, barely cognizant of the crowds of people around him.]
B
[After the bombing is complete, Philip makes his way around the base, inspecting every nook and cranny. He couldn't gain full knowledge of the base through the library he had no access to. Perhaps the Moon had a memory as well, but he couldn't feel it beneath him. He knocks on doors, inspects the strangers he encounters quietly but thoroughly, and explores all the rooms he can gain access to.]
[He seems to be in his own little world, but he is being quite rude... If you want to interrupt him, feel free!]
OPEN
[Philip listens intently to the greeter, up to a point. Once he is given enough details, he's able to make the rest of the connections himself. The most important parts are that the people around him seem hollow, grieving, and that they are on the moon, but are not usually there. The most important part to Philip is that the comforting tug of the connection between himself and his partner Shotaro is gone. Shotaro is not here.]
[He shuffles into the observatory with the crowd and looks at the images of Earth. Though it's from space, the bloom of the nuclear cloud is unmistakable to him. Were he on the Earth, he could have felt the planet itself cry out. The echoes of the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki were still there in the memory of the Earth, the greatest events of man-made destruction it could recall.]
[He watches, stone-faced, unsure of the reaction he should be having. He knew that there could only be so much time before a bomb would go off again on his beloved Earth... but still. He doesn't realize a tear is falling until it has already crossed his cheek.]
Ah. I see.
[He murmurs softly, pressing his hand to his cheek and looking at the wetness. Would that Shotaro were here. This was not the way he wanted to see his Earth from afar. But the greeter had told him there was time travel. This could be reversed. He nods.]
Then we will turn it back.
[He talks to himself, barely cognizant of the crowds of people around him.]
B
[After the bombing is complete, Philip makes his way around the base, inspecting every nook and cranny. He couldn't gain full knowledge of the base through the library he had no access to. Perhaps the Moon had a memory as well, but he couldn't feel it beneath him. He knocks on doors, inspects the strangers he encounters quietly but thoroughly, and explores all the rooms he can gain access to.]
[He seems to be in his own little world, but he is being quite rude... If you want to interrupt him, feel free!]