he's in the flight deck terrace with porridge curled up near his feet. he's glancing into the distance at the far off buildings, pretty much radiating Stress, but he turns to look at strohl when he realizes he isn't alone.]
Oh - hi. [this is presumably after they make sure anders isn't dying immediately, so:] Think he'll be okay?
[ god everything's terrible but it could be worse. strohl's just kind of pacing, so he's glad for the company - he flashes a half smile, and then looks back towards the lounge. ]
...Not sure. I think so, but... sounds like this hit on scars he already had and ripped them open, from what we talked about the other night.
Always seems to be like this - worst choices, or so I'm told. [ with a soft sigh. ] How're you holding up, Rupert?
Yeah. They know what's going to mess with us by now, I guess. It was kind of like that before, too... I just hope he won't blame himself too much.
[thinks about it a little.]
It's never good to have to watch these and not be able to do anything, so I don't know if I'd say I'm okay, but... It's even worse to be in the middle of it, I think, so I'm more worried about him. What about you?
...Yeah. [ he says, soft, and it's clear in his tone he already knows - anders certainly will. the same way strohl would, in his shoes. they're too similar in that way. ]
About the same, I think. Watching's the worst. Least if I saw an execution happening at home, saw someone in danger like that, I could've leapt in to assist.
[ but he gets the meaning, and nudges up against his shoulder briefly, affectionately. ]
But, I know your point. For as strange as our little group is - across all of us, but especially across our team, we're a group, through and through. Hard to watch any of us suffer - hard to tell your heart the logical things your mind thinks.
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he's in the flight deck terrace with porridge curled up near his feet. he's glancing into the distance at the far off buildings, pretty much radiating Stress, but he turns to look at strohl when he realizes he isn't alone.]
Oh - hi. [this is presumably after they make sure anders isn't dying immediately, so:] Think he'll be okay?
[like, emotionally, not physically.]
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...Not sure. I think so, but... sounds like this hit on scars he already had and ripped them open, from what we talked about the other night.
Always seems to be like this - worst choices, or so I'm told. [ with a soft sigh. ] How're you holding up, Rupert?
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[thinks about it a little.]
It's never good to have to watch these and not be able to do anything, so I don't know if I'd say I'm okay, but... It's even worse to be in the middle of it, I think, so I'm more worried about him. What about you?
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About the same, I think. Watching's the worst. Least if I saw an execution happening at home, saw someone in danger like that, I could've leapt in to assist.
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[that being said:]
But wanting to be able to do something means you have a good heart.
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It is the duty of a noble to protect his people. [ he murmurs, quietly. ] I'd be not worth anything, had I ever lost sight of that.
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[nudges him a little.]
But I agree with the other part. I'm glad you haven't lost sight of that.
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[ but he gets the meaning, and nudges up against his shoulder briefly, affectionately. ]
But, I know your point. For as strange as our little group is - across all of us, but especially across our team, we're a group, through and through. Hard to watch any of us suffer - hard to tell your heart the logical things your mind thinks.
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[such as!!!]
You're worth a lot, no matter what.