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