Yeah, some, but — probably not what you're thinkin'. [ He's fairly sure that in their wildest dreams, no one could have thought up something like the protomolecule existing out there. If anything could be called a nightmare, it's that. And while there's plenty of shit going on between Earth and Mars and the Belt, that other threat's still always there. ]
And I was there, just before this. New York.
[ Not Hell's Kitchen, but it's a frame of reference, at least. Something familiar. And there's a whole long story to that and why he was there, but not something for now. He doesn't mind talking to her — likes it, actually — but the longer they do talk, the more he starts to wonder if their guy is doing anything, can do anything. And when he thinks that, he starts to consider what else they can do if and when that ends up being their reality.
He doesn't want to be passive in all of this. And he's got a responsibility to try — what he can. He's not alone in here, after all. So he starts to move back towards the window, kneels a little so the water's just about to his shoulders, and he starts to just feel around there. Anything that could be a way to break the glass; sure, it hadn't worked until now, but while he's still breathing, he'll do what he can. Maybe there's something they missed. He's still close enough to her, though, and looks over to her. ]
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And I was there, just before this. New York.
[ Not Hell's Kitchen, but it's a frame of reference, at least. Something familiar. And there's a whole long story to that and why he was there, but not something for now. He doesn't mind talking to her — likes it, actually — but the longer they do talk, the more he starts to wonder if their guy is doing anything, can do anything. And when he thinks that, he starts to consider what else they can do if and when that ends up being their reality.
He doesn't want to be passive in all of this. And he's got a responsibility to try — what he can. He's not alone in here, after all. So he starts to move back towards the window, kneels a little so the water's just about to his shoulders, and he starts to just feel around there. Anything that could be a way to break the glass; sure, it hadn't worked until now, but while he's still breathing, he'll do what he can. Maybe there's something they missed. He's still close enough to her, though, and looks over to her. ]
Keep talking. You grew up there?