Of course not. But that doesn't mean they'll take it, stubborn as they are to have ended up here in the first place.
[ The words are said almost lazily and like an underscoring of some truth from where Sidus lounges, watching the exact same sight as the Sentinel as he leans against some construct conveniently there to be able to do so. There'd been a vague act of examining his nails like they're infinitely more interesting before he'd glanced down to where the exile is making a valiant attempt to stay upright in the heat and far hotter sun, and then watching had taken precedence.
He knows the voice that's spoken to him - recognized the figure as soon as he walked up to claim his current perch, and now he meets that gaze nonchalantly as though he hasn't heard the implied request beneath it. The ask to help, to which he doesn't step forward to as he might have in another life. Perhaps that can be considered an improvement to a few centuries ago where he would have set a chain of unfortunate events in order for the exiles without pausing to think of anything else first. Speaking of that: he then tilts his head to one side slightly with a small chime of the charms woven into his hair.
If the Sentinel deems this to mean he'll have to offer a little more before said request will be acknowledged, he'd be correct. Sidus, meanwhile, arches a manicured eyebrow as though something's just occurred to him. ]
Then again, maybe this time will be different and we won't get cursed for it before the Maw sweeps in to claim its prize. Who's to say?
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[ The words are said almost lazily and like an underscoring of some truth from where Sidus lounges, watching the exact same sight as the Sentinel as he leans against some construct conveniently there to be able to do so. There'd been a vague act of examining his nails like they're infinitely more interesting before he'd glanced down to where the exile is making a valiant attempt to stay upright in the heat and far hotter sun, and then watching had taken precedence.
He knows the voice that's spoken to him - recognized the figure as soon as he walked up to claim his current perch, and now he meets that gaze nonchalantly as though he hasn't heard the implied request beneath it. The ask to help, to which he doesn't step forward to as he might have in another life. Perhaps that can be considered an improvement to a few centuries ago where he would have set a chain of unfortunate events in order for the exiles without pausing to think of anything else first. Speaking of that: he then tilts his head to one side slightly with a small chime of the charms woven into his hair.
If the Sentinel deems this to mean he'll have to offer a little more before said request will be acknowledged, he'd be correct. Sidus, meanwhile, arches a manicured eyebrow as though something's just occurred to him. ]
Then again, maybe this time will be different and we won't get cursed for it before the Maw sweeps in to claim its prize. Who's to say?