[He blinks at her a couple of times with that faraway look on his face, and she stares back blankly a moment, not quite sure how to read that expression on him. She simply hasn't known enough people in her life - really known, rather than observed from a distance, or skirted around deliberately whilst knowing her presence is unwanted - to have anything so sophisticated as the ability to read vague expressions. But there's something there, she thinks. Some feeling, or the lack of it, or--
--or it's nothing. The distant expression slips away as he makes a comment that seems kiiinda dismissive after she's just dropped her big bo-hoo story on him, or at least a fraction of it. But she realises - swift, and sure - that she hadn't been expecting sympathy. Wouldn't have known what to do with it had he offered it. Instead there's his question, one that feels loaded and heavy, but she's extending an answer before she's even thought it through.]
We can't go home again.
[There's something final in the way she says it, a stony kind of certainty. She hasn't asked Harrow what she wants, whether she wants to return to their own solar system to take up her place as God's hand and gesture, to do whatever it is that the King Undying required them to do. But there's no going back to the tomb.
In a lighter, altogether less graveyard tone, she says--]
Besides, why would I wanna go back to that when I could stay here for the booze and the babes?
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--or it's nothing. The distant expression slips away as he makes a comment that seems kiiinda dismissive after she's just dropped her big bo-hoo story on him, or at least a fraction of it. But she realises - swift, and sure - that she hadn't been expecting sympathy. Wouldn't have known what to do with it had he offered it. Instead there's his question, one that feels loaded and heavy, but she's extending an answer before she's even thought it through.]
We can't go home again.
[There's something final in the way she says it, a stony kind of certainty. She hasn't asked Harrow what she wants, whether she wants to return to their own solar system to take up her place as God's hand and gesture, to do whatever it is that the King Undying required them to do. But there's no going back to the tomb.
In a lighter, altogether less graveyard tone, she says--]
Besides, why would I wanna go back to that when I could stay here for the booze and the babes?