"...I - maybe." Not the same responsibility, the same trust, but - sitting in the cockpit again would be nice. Soaring over the countryside, even if it wasn't truly brimming with life. "I could teach you, if you want." She's not sure when he'd need to know how to fly a cargo plane, but the Barge puts you through all kinds of bullshit, and she has no idea what his native reality is like.
She keeps her composure through the downward spiral of her life, though a loose page or wisp of hair will flutter here and there - the lonely birth of her son, the attack by the Marauders that ripped him from her arms, the dream that doomed her.
Feeling someone else's righteous anger is almost like an anchor, one she's never quite felt the shape of.
"Yeah, I did too." It's flat and dry, but not truly hostile. She hasn't slammed that door, after all.
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Date: 2024-07-08 01:44 am (UTC)She keeps her composure through the downward spiral of her life, though a loose page or wisp of hair will flutter here and there - the lonely birth of her son, the attack by the Marauders that ripped him from her arms, the dream that doomed her.
Feeling someone else's righteous anger is almost like an anchor, one she's never quite felt the shape of.
"Yeah, I did too." It's flat and dry, but not truly hostile. She hasn't slammed that door, after all.