[ hearing — reading — those words makes his chest ache in a way similar to before and for a long while all he does is stare at them. try as he might to either ignore it or run from it, the memory of expedition 65 and their final months around the station have always lingered somewhere in his mind. he remembers the day they'd presented him with one of their armbands as a gesture of good faith and friendship, along with the grandis living within. he remembers... a lot of things about them, really. their fascination with him as a gestral, the stories he had of a time before the fracture, the trains themselves, the station and its history, the love they showed one another (and him)—
their kindness.
he's never been human yet they were so ready to accept him as one of them, just like the so-called "disaster expedition" had the day verso called for him like the good old days. he thought he was done with them and yet here he was, standing from the fire with a creak in his joints to go rummage around in his bag that contained his own belongings (and half of verso's).
his approach is deathly silent until he makes himself known in the last ten paces, but he doesn't outright speak until he drops a bundle of cloth atop gustave's head. a blanket — borrowed — and he barely misses a beat when he takes a seat. ]
I'd say we'd settle this with a duel but there wouldn't be any honor in beating a sleep-deprived old man.
[ it's as good as any get cozy as he'll ever say. ]
no subject
their kindness.
he's never been human yet they were so ready to accept him as one of them, just like the so-called "disaster expedition" had the day verso called for him like the good old days. he thought he was done with them and yet here he was, standing from the fire with a creak in his joints to go rummage around in his bag that contained his own belongings (and half of verso's).
his approach is deathly silent until he makes himself known in the last ten paces, but he doesn't outright speak until he drops a bundle of cloth atop gustave's head. a blanket — borrowed — and he barely misses a beat when he takes a seat. ]
I'd say we'd settle this with a duel but there wouldn't be any honor in beating a sleep-deprived old man.
[ it's as good as any get cozy as he'll ever say. ]