She laughs slightly as he says he’ll pass on checking at Halo and it’s blinding sun. Of course, she doesn’t blame him. After all she’s currently here, isn’t she, sweltering to death rather than having her corneas burned out? Though she’s pretty sure her initial assumption was correct and he is probably an ascended. Not that normal humans ran into blinding sun, but it just seems the most likely explanation for his avoidance of it, for the comment that the sun here is enough. She still doesn’t care. The conversation has been enjoyable, and she needed something to do if she was going to sit here and wait to ‘catch’ the sun.
“Yes, okay fine technically there is another habitable place. It is a dumpy little village that mostly houses exiles from the Citadel. I don’t count it.” She says it in the way you might say that a first kiss doesn’t count if it was only a peck. “It is a vaguely useful place if you need shelter out there but they are possibly as likely to kill you as an Ursur. Use caution if you plan to visit.”
Her eyes drop briefly as he scratches at the cobbles with a stone. It isn’t a judging look, just a curious one, seeing is there’s a shape in the scratches. Her eyes don’t linger though, not trying to make him uncomfortable. She understands fidgeting, after all, as she’s often fidgeting with one of her many knives, a habit she tries to avoid when in company that doesn’t know her well. It could be seen as a threat, even though she doesn’t intend it that way.
His next question seems innocent enough. She has no way of knowing the meaning behind it, but even if she did, she’d probably still answered him honestly. There is no reason to hide the truth. “I’m not sure. I suppose it has the potential to be both. I am thankful for the opportunity to leave Halo, certainly, but at the same time before at least I knew the dangers that lurked there. There are many more now, unknown ones. I suppose though that such things would have found their way to us eventually.” Maybe by then she would have lived and died and not had to deal with it, or maybe not. She will never know, and it’s not as if the answer to such speculation matters.
He brightens at her offer to come to Halo, and she smiles in return, finding herself rather pleased that someone actually wants to come visit. “It should be less bright soon, I hope. And sure, he’s more than welcome to come.” Weaver wasn’t particular so long as neither of them tried to murder her, and Samuel didn’t seem like the type to hang out with serial killers anyway.
“Yes, okay fine technically there is another habitable place. It is a dumpy little village that mostly houses exiles from the Citadel. I don’t count it.” She says it in the way you might say that a first kiss doesn’t count if it was only a peck. “It is a vaguely useful place if you need shelter out there but they are possibly as likely to kill you as an Ursur. Use caution if you plan to visit.”
Her eyes drop briefly as he scratches at the cobbles with a stone. It isn’t a judging look, just a curious one, seeing is there’s a shape in the scratches. Her eyes don’t linger though, not trying to make him uncomfortable. She understands fidgeting, after all, as she’s often fidgeting with one of her many knives, a habit she tries to avoid when in company that doesn’t know her well. It could be seen as a threat, even though she doesn’t intend it that way.
His next question seems innocent enough. She has no way of knowing the meaning behind it, but even if she did, she’d probably still answered him honestly. There is no reason to hide the truth. “I’m not sure. I suppose it has the potential to be both. I am thankful for the opportunity to leave Halo, certainly, but at the same time before at least I knew the dangers that lurked there. There are many more now, unknown ones. I suppose though that such things would have found their way to us eventually.” Maybe by then she would have lived and died and not had to deal with it, or maybe not. She will never know, and it’s not as if the answer to such speculation matters.
He brightens at her offer to come to Halo, and she smiles in return, finding herself rather pleased that someone actually wants to come visit. “It should be less bright soon, I hope. And sure, he’s more than welcome to come.” Weaver wasn’t particular so long as neither of them tried to murder her, and Samuel didn’t seem like the type to hang out with serial killers anyway.
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
