and I've only got my brittle bones to break the fall
His reaction to Edy is mostly a curious stare, as if she's an intriguing oddity that he simply doesn't have enough energy to neither figure out nor be annoyed by right now. He didn't expect his initiative to go without some sort of challenge, but at least she doesn't seem outright opposed to it. Just kind of threatening. He spreads his hands in a placating gesture, willing to accept the hypothetical blame. "Then it would be a second chance," he murmurs, but he's saved from justifying it further by Isla.And in truth, he's relieved to see her. It takes some of the weight off his shoulders, smooths some of the creases from his drawn face. He nods to her request. "Of course." It even seems honorable, in some way.
He turns from them for a moment to scan the horizon, but not much else stirs. He's grateful he has at least the two of them to help. It's still a daunting undertaking, but they're tireless creatures.
"Let's go," he says, depositing the shovels before grabbing the cart to push it along with them. "We'll get Isla some bodies to get started on first." There's just no tactful way to talk about post-genocide autopsies, so he settles for the blunt option.
I apologize in advance, I am trash at PQ running!
This round will just be going into town and gathering dead prototypes (and pieces thereof) to load on the cart. <3
Aamu
