idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword
"You thought any more about being our quartermaster?" Koa asks Ever, not for the first time, though for the first time this trip. He, too, has brought a good amount of supplies, largely with the aviator's input - he'd gone to his friend for advice on packing, figuring Everest would have already started a mental list. Now he walks along beside him, copper eyes attentive on the surroundings even as he speaks. "We could use all hands on deck, especially now. Gods knows I can't organize everything myself."
He's keeping an eye on Noe, too, not quite trusting his spirited sister not to start some shit with Soh. Though he's tried to convince the engineer that he and the Heart are on good terms, a) he knows she's seen him cry over Soh, and b) he's honestly not entirely sure what those terms even are. Still, he has too much to worry about to babysit, and has to trust his sister to be mature right now - even if there's a part of him that will always see her as a child, that very much wishes she wasn't even on this mission, because if she gets hurt he doesn't know how he will survive.
Koa's got his profile stuff, plus a bow and arrows, escrima sticks, and his supplies.
He's keeping an eye on Noe, too, not quite trusting his spirited sister not to start some shit with Soh. Though he's tried to convince the engineer that he and the Heart are on good terms, a) he knows she's seen him cry over Soh, and b) he's honestly not entirely sure what those terms even are. Still, he has too much to worry about to babysit, and has to trust his sister to be mature right now - even if there's a part of him that will always see her as a child, that very much wishes she wasn't even on this mission, because if she gets hurt he doesn't know how he will survive.
Koa's got his profile stuff, plus a bow and arrows, escrima sticks, and his supplies.
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