[ (the distant sound of taair running around adopting like 40 orphans in euchronia)
it came out of his mouth before his brain entirely caught up to the suggestion - not an entirely unusual thing for strohl, but like many things that do, he starts to push through the follow through. they lock eyes for a moment, and there's no lie in his thoughtful expression, brows slightly furrowed as he sets a hand to his chin. ]
...There might be a big risk, sure. Not like we really even know how the hell we got here in the first place, and there're a lot of unknowns - and like you said, you'd be a bit off, since you're an elda...
[ the thoughtful frown stays a moment longer as he runs through those in his head, each possibility and how to solve them. the last one might honestly be the easiest - they'll have to think outside the box, but they could make up a story for where she came from, use makeup or something of the like to help her fit in. a rhoag, maybe - that's easy. and vi's life, and the place where she's stuck...
... he glances over at her again. ]
You're already treated just as badly where you are, aren't you? [ as not a topsider ] Can't say it's better, but you're the one who said you think we've a shot at setting things right. I agree.
[ ... ]
Sounds to me like, so long as we could make it actually happen, you might be stuck between rock and a hard place. A chance at potentially catastrophic failure for a chance for something new, or... a life spent drinking, or drinking, but something safer. High risk, high reward. Lower risk, less reward.
I know what I'd pick. [ and honestly, the idea of leaving her to go to that rankles strohl badly. to leave these people behind, to leave people suffering potentially or stuck in situations with nowhere to turn, it rankles him. especially vi, the person who he bonded with on day one, who thinks so much like him, who showed him her back with no fear.
his voice softens a little, though, brows knitting together, and he knocks his boot into hers again, gentle. ] ... There's no pressure, anyhow. You're right, we've still got this whole bloody mess to contend with - but...the offer's there. Just... think about it, yeah?
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it came out of his mouth before his brain entirely caught up to the suggestion - not an entirely unusual thing for strohl, but like many things that do, he starts to push through the follow through. they lock eyes for a moment, and there's no lie in his thoughtful expression, brows slightly furrowed as he sets a hand to his chin. ]
...There might be a big risk, sure. Not like we really even know how the hell we got here in the first place, and there're a lot of unknowns - and like you said, you'd be a bit off, since you're an elda...
[ the thoughtful frown stays a moment longer as he runs through those in his head, each possibility and how to solve them. the last one might honestly be the easiest - they'll have to think outside the box, but they could make up a story for where she came from, use makeup or something of the like to help her fit in. a rhoag, maybe - that's easy. and vi's life, and the place where she's stuck...
... he glances over at her again. ]
You're already treated just as badly where you are, aren't you? [ as not a topsider ] Can't say it's better, but you're the one who said you think we've a shot at setting things right. I agree.
[ ... ]
Sounds to me like, so long as we could make it actually happen, you might be stuck between rock and a hard place. A chance at potentially catastrophic failure for a chance for something new, or... a life spent drinking, or drinking, but something safer. High risk, high reward. Lower risk, less reward.
I know what I'd pick. [ and honestly, the idea of leaving her to go to that rankles strohl badly. to leave these people behind, to leave people suffering potentially or stuck in situations with nowhere to turn, it rankles him. especially vi, the person who he bonded with on day one, who thinks so much like him, who showed him her back with no fear.
his voice softens a little, though, brows knitting together, and he knocks his boot into hers again, gentle. ] ... There's no pressure, anyhow. You're right, we've still got this whole bloody mess to contend with - but...the offer's there. Just... think about it, yeah?