Not this world. Not now. Not at all. Nothing advanced enough to even think of reaching for the stars yet and the military would know if such a thing existed so -
that's not one of his tickets off this planet then.
He can't say its for the bad. Right now the galaxy beyond their planet is a bad place to be. But ignorance, he's already found, isn't escape either. He'd learned that lesson hard and fast. Still - it was a hope and he exhales as he looks back down at the dog and gives a small smile, wistful, playing with one of the silky ears for a moment before going back to scratching the shoulders.
He's heard a bit about alchemy but its all in bits and pieces, sound suspiciously like magic and yet not. He's seen a bit too much to dismiss anything anymore but he wishes he could ask without sounding ignorant. Laying low doens't involve standing out like a sore thumb though and all his questions about alchemy on this world might make it obvious. Or not. He has no idea but he doesn't dare. The last thing he needs is to end up in some scientific bin, trapped for the next decade.
He already escaped that fate once. He looks back at Riza and smile and, for just a minute, in the sunlight, he's seventeen again and full of hopes and dreams.]
To fly. To leave behind gravity. To watch stars form. To see the dark sides of moons, rings around planets, to race comets. To go simply to go, because someone should. To find myself in the silence and lose myself in the vastness. To be free. Mostly for the freedom. [And then, softer, unaware he said it outloud] To find a place I belong.
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Not this world. Not now. Not at all. Nothing advanced enough to even think of reaching for the stars yet and the military would know if such a thing existed so -
that's not one of his tickets off this planet then.
He can't say its for the bad. Right now the galaxy beyond their planet is a bad place to be. But ignorance, he's already found, isn't escape either. He'd learned that lesson hard and fast. Still - it was a hope and he exhales as he looks back down at the dog and gives a small smile, wistful, playing with one of the silky ears for a moment before going back to scratching the shoulders.
He's heard a bit about alchemy but its all in bits and pieces, sound suspiciously like magic and yet not. He's seen a bit too much to dismiss anything anymore but he wishes he could ask without sounding ignorant. Laying low doens't involve standing out like a sore thumb though and all his questions about alchemy on this world might make it obvious. Or not. He has no idea but he doesn't dare. The last thing he needs is to end up in some scientific bin, trapped for the next decade.
He already escaped that fate once. He looks back at Riza and smile and, for just a minute, in the sunlight, he's seventeen again and full of hopes and dreams.]
To fly. To leave behind gravity. To watch stars form. To see the dark sides of moons, rings around planets, to race comets. To go simply to go, because someone should. To find myself in the silence and lose myself in the vastness. To be free. Mostly for the freedom. [And then, softer, unaware he said it outloud] To find a place I belong.