[ That she could surmise so much from so little would be unnerving to him had he known. So much of his life had necessitated that he keep things close to the chest. There were so few in the galaxy, the universe that knew his story. The ones that did were all safely away on Mina-Rau. And that's hopefully where they would stay until he could find a way back to them.
There's a quiet noise of agreement from him as he gazes on at the setting sun. He'd never been one for photographs - even when forced to take them as a child at Clem and Maarva's insistence. Funny how in hindsight he wished that he'd had time to take some with him. But their departure from Ferrix had made that nearly impossible. Vaguely, he can't help but wonder what became of them. If any of the Daughters had taken stock and collected the important belongings from the now emptied Andor residence.
Once again he's left with his thoughts and she's left with hers. The swat to his arm draws him from them and he looks over to watch her get into the car, just as promised. He joins her shortly afterwards, sliding into the driver's seat and turning on the engine so the car roars to life. The radio kicks in too - some static-y lofi beats churning through the speakers that had more to do with the reception than the hardware.
Whoever had owned this car last had also appreciated quality stereos despite the unreliability of signals here. ]
You could have. But you're allowed to change your mind.
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There's a quiet noise of agreement from him as he gazes on at the setting sun. He'd never been one for photographs - even when forced to take them as a child at Clem and Maarva's insistence. Funny how in hindsight he wished that he'd had time to take some with him. But their departure from Ferrix had made that nearly impossible. Vaguely, he can't help but wonder what became of them. If any of the Daughters had taken stock and collected the important belongings from the now emptied Andor residence.
Once again he's left with his thoughts and she's left with hers. The swat to his arm draws him from them and he looks over to watch her get into the car, just as promised. He joins her shortly afterwards, sliding into the driver's seat and turning on the engine so the car roars to life. The radio kicks in too - some static-y lofi beats churning through the speakers that had more to do with the reception than the hardware.
Whoever had owned this car last had also appreciated quality stereos despite the unreliability of signals here. ]
You could have. But you're allowed to change your mind.