[She can't help but think back to that stray moment when she had thought maybe, just maybe, Epsilon had still been alive. Her own feels empty, not having that snarky and whiny voice in her head, who gave so much for her to help her, and gave himself up so that they would all be saved.
It's not quite the same, and York has been in this place, wherever in the galaxy it is, for longer. He would have a better understanding of it, and of what may be possible. It's not hard for her to see the shift in his posture, how that anger dissipates and he all but slumps in on himself. It's not news that she wanted to give, but no lying. There had been too much deception before, too much hidden, and they had torn each other apart over it. The truth isn't always better and it certainly isn't easier, but it is the truth.]
Is there some reason- something about this place that keeps him away?
[Offline, blocked, she doesn't know, can't see in to his head, at least about that. It's concern that marks her face, that over rides everything else about this foreign place. York, if she believes it to be York, and believes it all to be real, is hurting.]
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It's not quite the same, and York has been in this place, wherever in the galaxy it is, for longer. He would have a better understanding of it, and of what may be possible. It's not hard for her to see the shift in his posture, how that anger dissipates and he all but slumps in on himself. It's not news that she wanted to give, but no lying. There had been too much deception before, too much hidden, and they had torn each other apart over it. The truth isn't always better and it certainly isn't easier, but it is the truth.]
Is there some reason- something about this place that keeps him away?
[Offline, blocked, she doesn't know, can't see in to his head, at least about that. It's concern that marks her face, that over rides everything else about this foreign place. York, if she believes it to be York, and believes it all to be real, is hurting.]