the replays run for you

R E X A N N A this is not your destruction Unfortunately, her curiosities were shared with Deimos in terms of what this place was. Perhaps he didn’t care, perhaps she was the only one that needed to find the closure in the fact that her ex-husband couldn’t find her here; or perhaps she was genuinely curious where they had fallen into. It didn’t really matter much, it wasn’t like she could leave. Still, she felt the hollow answers for what they were, and she found herself looking over to Deimos while he seemed to stare down at his drink. She lifted the glass to her lips and chugged the rest of it, wincing slightly against the burn as it raked down her throat. She set the glass back onto the table, cast a curious glance to the cat that had been watching them before looking back to Deimos with a bit of a raised eyebrow. She recalled in that other universe that he was a man of little words, but there was something different about this one. She had no inclination of his fears and worries, of the threats he seemed to pose against himself. Instead, she found herself wanting to comfort him, but like she had done when she ranked beneath him. She wanted to help somehow, yet she didn’t know how and she was certain he wouldn’t tell her. So she sat there in solidarity for awhile, trying to think of what she could say that might mean something for him – or even something that might take his mind away from where it was. But nothing came to mind, and so she sat there trying to decide what to say while she had her glass filled again. It wasn’t an awkward silence, but instead a welcome one. A peaceful one, where she could actually think about the events that lead her here and what she could now do. Then, she turned to Deimos again and offered him a small smile. “What will you do now?” She questioned him quietly, her sapphire gaze watching him with the brightness of optimism, her skin shimmering with the gilded light almost as a representation of who she had been in that other world. “I think I’m going to get very drunk and probably sleep in a ditch somewhere.” She added with a small laugh, in jest, wondering if she'd get a reaction. this is your birth