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[ her dismissal rouses something within him. it's a prick of anger that threatens to boil over into a wave of rage, an indignant "i'm trying to deal with this too," but he doesn't say that. for a moment, his brows knit together, features hardening as his fists clench.

but nothing more. ]

It's over. If you keep looking back, you'll regret it.

[ he speaks tiredly; bluntly. ]

The people here still have a future. I want to protect that future.

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So do it.

[She says, well on her way to peevish now. She notes his detachment even as he says this, and recognizes it for what it is.]

What do you want from me, anyway? I'm not supposed to be here. You're not supposed to be here. We're killing time until she screws up again and sends us back.

[She turns away from him, arms crossed, shoulders tight.]

I know it's over. This place, these people — they'll be gone too. Eventually.

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They still matter. This place, these people.

[ he speaks firmly, but his eyes narrow, threatening to flit towards the ground. his fingers curl into his fists. ]

Even if we all disappear one day, the things we do right now matter.

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What matters to me is killing machines.

[She's still got her back turned, defiant. Then her gaze cants off to the side; she sighs.] ...Can't even do that here.