[ He shifts to his side, looks up at her from that position, eyes meeting hers. There's fondness in his expression. Appreciation. A part of him trying to reach out, tamp down that feeling of regret; it's not your fault. How could any of it be? ]
Yeah. I wish they were different, too. Maybe that we had a Kira of our own. [ It's... it's nice to think about. Even if he probably would have been someone that would have caught Kira's attention in a bad way... well, he can't say it wouldn't have been deserved. ] We had what, a couple hundred years between us? And other than the part where people lived in space where I'm from, it doesn't sound like things were all that different.
[ He'd tell her all about it, if she ever asked. Stories about his apprenticeship on Luna, the different ships he'd worked on. Stories of fending off pirates and navigating one's way through the wild west, a place that technically had laws but the vast distance that is space making them borderline unenforceable. All of it; stories to pass the time whenever they need it. That part of his life is effectively over, but that doesn't mean he can't reminisce with someone who might like hearing about it.
But it is what it is. Or, hopefully, it was what it was. ]
That's why we gotta see things through here, right? [ An attempt at a soft smile. At something trying to be comforting. Encouraging. ] If things aren't gonna change on their own then we just gotta get it done here. Help the Regent. And then we don't gotta worry about anyone struggling ever again.
[ It's been too late for him for a long time. Maybe too late for her, too. But it's a really good thing that they're trying to do — make sure it doesn't have to be too late for everyone who comes after them. ]
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Yeah. I wish they were different, too. Maybe that we had a Kira of our own. [ It's... it's nice to think about. Even if he probably would have been someone that would have caught Kira's attention in a bad way... well, he can't say it wouldn't have been deserved. ] We had what, a couple hundred years between us? And other than the part where people lived in space where I'm from, it doesn't sound like things were all that different.
[ He'd tell her all about it, if she ever asked. Stories about his apprenticeship on Luna, the different ships he'd worked on. Stories of fending off pirates and navigating one's way through the wild west, a place that technically had laws but the vast distance that is space making them borderline unenforceable. All of it; stories to pass the time whenever they need it. That part of his life is effectively over, but that doesn't mean he can't reminisce with someone who might like hearing about it.
But it is what it is. Or, hopefully, it was what it was. ]
That's why we gotta see things through here, right? [ An attempt at a soft smile. At something trying to be comforting. Encouraging. ] If things aren't gonna change on their own then we just gotta get it done here. Help the Regent. And then we don't gotta worry about anyone struggling ever again.
[ It's been too late for him for a long time. Maybe too late for her, too. But it's a really good thing that they're trying to do — make sure it doesn't have to be too late for everyone who comes after them. ]