After everything I've seen recently, I think it's fairer to consider the possibility we're not, [ he says, with the same sort of pensiveness. It's a lot of swallow for most people, but Ryo's not just counting what he's experienced here. He's counting what he's experienced at home — the full expanse of moments where his perceptions of the world were ripped out from under him. Nowadays, it isn't hard to believe much anymore. ] There's plenty of sci-fi movies I know, [ he adds after a long moment. He scuffs his borrowed boots across the glow of the Earth, face neutral. ] But, it looks like this one had a pretty big budget.
[ Is he... Joking? Yes. There's a odd little quiver at his shoulders, like he'd have laughed at his own stupid jest once upon a time, but he doesn't anymore. Not to mention, he'd rather not disturb the dragokeet that's taken to sleeping so soundly against him — it lets out a mumble of something in its sleep. Something to the effect of more Fleetwood Mac. It's enough that Ryo pretends he never heard it. And maybe he hasn't, because there is something almost quiet that catches at the corners of his expression — makes the blue of his eyes almost too blue as he hums out an affirmation. ]
The Earth is beautiful, [ he says, eventually. His voice is soft somehow, the edges no longer nearly as blunt. ] Most places that harbor life must be.
[ He's always found solace in that. Though humanity often destroyed what it lived against, pockets of nature existed everywhere. It had been a long time since Ryo had been allowed to truly enjoy it. ]
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[ Is he... Joking? Yes. There's a odd little quiver at his shoulders, like he'd have laughed at his own stupid jest once upon a time, but he doesn't anymore. Not to mention, he'd rather not disturb the dragokeet that's taken to sleeping so soundly against him — it lets out a mumble of something in its sleep. Something to the effect of more Fleetwood Mac. It's enough that Ryo pretends he never heard it. And maybe he hasn't, because there is something almost quiet that catches at the corners of his expression — makes the blue of his eyes almost too blue as he hums out an affirmation. ]
The Earth is beautiful, [ he says, eventually. His voice is soft somehow, the edges no longer nearly as blunt. ] Most places that harbor life must be.
[ He's always found solace in that. Though humanity often destroyed what it lived against, pockets of nature existed everywhere. It had been a long time since Ryo had been allowed to truly enjoy it. ]