( Is the answer that comes at first, a little flat, deadpan. It's not quite a joke, but... it's the closest he can get to making one. Deflection with humor is a coping mechanism.
It doesn't last long. His sawing starts, then stops again a couple of second later. He stares down at his hands, at the tool, at the wood. )
We got some memories from back home, on top of... all that. ( Memories stacked on memories, but these have been solid. They haven't blurred. They feel fresh, and recent. )
We're both dead. He went... maybe a couple of months before I did. Permanent, this time. For real, end of the line, forever dead.
( Jo got sent home to die. If he gets bounced out of here, he'd be following her to the grave. He's not sure how he feels about it. It's all too... big, too fresh, it feels like too large an obstacle for him to tackle on his own. )
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( Is the answer that comes at first, a little flat, deadpan. It's not quite a joke, but... it's the closest he can get to making one. Deflection with humor is a coping mechanism.
It doesn't last long. His sawing starts, then stops again a couple of second later. He stares down at his hands, at the tool, at the wood. )
We got some memories from back home, on top of... all that. ( Memories stacked on memories, but these have been solid. They haven't blurred. They feel fresh, and recent. )
We're both dead. He went... maybe a couple of months before I did. Permanent, this time. For real, end of the line, forever dead.
( Jo got sent home to die. If he gets bounced out of here, he'd be following her to the grave. He's not sure how he feels about it. It's all too... big, too fresh, it feels like too large an obstacle for him to tackle on his own. )