K O A
and they will shake their heads
and wag their bony fingers
and wag their bony fingers
He hadn't meant to make Ever feel guilty, and had he a more attuned sense of empathy, Koa might have felt bad. Luckily for our hero, he tends to be rather emotionally dense, and so the other boy's discomfort flies right over his head. "A quadrant. Huh," the Dragoon responds, lower lip jutting out in curious acceptance of this new fact. "I thought that was a math term," he adds, though whether to appear as less of a luddite or because he truly believes it relevant is a mystery to all.
The whole contraption seems simultaneously simple and complicated. Koa does not reach for it; indeed, he seems somewhat concerned that it might bite him, should he try to figure it out. "Does it measure... ghosts?" he wonders faintly, because without access to Ever's internal monologue our poor hunky idiot is still rather lost. And, like, this is Caido. Measuring ghosts seems more likely than tracking the angle of the ground.
The whole contraption seems simultaneously simple and complicated. Koa does not reach for it; indeed, he seems somewhat concerned that it might bite him, should he try to figure it out. "Does it measure... ghosts?" he wonders faintly, because without access to Ever's internal monologue our poor hunky idiot is still rather lost. And, like, this is Caido. Measuring ghosts seems more likely than tracking the angle of the ground.
in all the wrong directions—
and by daybreak we'll be gone
and by daybreak we'll be gone
