[Genji. Right. Seems convenient that the’d be revived together, though he supposes that’s what makes the most sense or is most efficient. Jack is still trying to process the circumstances of all this—the strange dream he had between dying and waking up muddling things a little further. It comes back to him, though, Genji’s voice helping it along.
He spends a moment simply breathing, feeling a little better with each inhale, though he still feels clogged, and he won’t be surprised when a wet cough produces more of that black fluid. He can only trust that this is what it’s supposed to be like, but since the technology is so foreign and miraculous to him, he can’t be certain.
What he is certain of is something else. He feels for his BCE, rolling it between his fingers, and wonders if and when he should contact the rest of them back on the mission. How much time has passed? Does it even matter?]
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He spends a moment simply breathing, feeling a little better with each inhale, though he still feels clogged, and he won’t be surprised when a wet cough produces more of that black fluid. He can only trust that this is what it’s supposed to be like, but since the technology is so foreign and miraculous to him, he can’t be certain.
What he is certain of is something else. He feels for his BCE, rolling it between his fingers, and wonders if and when he should contact the rest of them back on the mission. How much time has passed? Does it even matter?]
Angela is going to kill us.