[She dips in and out of it at times. When she misses the smell of trees the most, or yearns for familiar stone-stacked towers and wooden hovels. Slick chrome has a way of drying you out, mind and body alike.]
What's your favourite thing to make in there? Anything from home?
Yeah. I get that. [She nods. Finally she concedes defeat, slotting the book back into the shelf as she speaks.] I've turned it into my old tower a few times, but that doesn't feel very comforting either. I prefer to make it the woods. Or places I've been since I left home.
I didn't either. [She glances away, picking at the folds of her skirt.] I spoke to Viktor a few times, but never for long. And Eunhyuk...barely told me anything about himself.
[And yet she'd been drawn to him. Can't deny that now, not to herself nor to anyone who'd been watching earlier.]
He was very kind to me, but he didn't ever explain anything. Or let me know what he was dealing with, or why he had to be so secretive.
[That draws a laugh from her. She covers her mouth with dainty fingers, even if the sound itself is scarcely audible.]
You're right, I forgot how noisy some men can be.
[Pouring some out for her dear sweet friends right now.]
You really think so? [She looks to the older woman, still sheepish, still miserable, but with a hint of placidity. More calm than she had been to start, for certain.] I don't know that it'll be the last time we have to lose someone on board. But...I hope it's the last time we feel like strangers.
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[She dips in and out of it at times. When she misses the smell of trees the most, or yearns for familiar stone-stacked towers and wooden hovels. Slick chrome has a way of drying you out, mind and body alike.]
What's your favourite thing to make in there? Anything from home?
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She lets the silence trickle between them for a moment. Then stops beating around the bush.]
Did you know them very well? Eunhyuk, or Viktor?
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... No. Didn't talk to either of them much. Or at all, in Viktor's case.
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[And yet she'd been drawn to him. Can't deny that now, not to herself nor to anyone who'd been watching earlier.]
He was very kind to me, but he didn't ever explain anything. Or let me know what he was dealing with, or why he had to be so secretive.
Are men just like that?
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[ but ]
... But it's still—normal. To miss people you could have learned more about.
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You're right, I forgot how noisy some men can be.
[Pouring some out for her dear sweet friends right now.]
You really think so? [She looks to the older woman, still sheepish, still miserable, but with a hint of placidity. More calm than she had been to start, for certain.] I don't know that it'll be the last time we have to lose someone on board. But...I hope it's the last time we feel like strangers.
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[ okay that thought stopped being comforting half way through. good work. ]
It's probably not the last. But hey. We'll bond through the trauma.